The Day Everything Fell Apart On the morning of my son’s first day of school, I expected smiles, hugs, and photos. I didn’t expect betrayal. But it came, sharp and fast, hidden…
It had been five years since we lost Robert. He was only eleven. I can still hear his laugh sometimes — bright, wild, bouncing off the kitchen walls as he built soda…
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