His family, their secrets, always felt like a distant storm.
Today, it’s at our doorstep.
I look at my sister, her peaceful face, the baby cradled in her arms.
How do I tell her what’s happening without shattering this fragile joy?
The air feels heavy, charged with unspoken truths.
Each second stretches, a silent countdown to whatever comes next.
I find myself wishing for the simplicity of moments ago, where joy was undiluted by fear.
But life doesn’t pause for what we want.
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