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Walking around the house becomes increasingly difficult—each sound too sharp, every room filled with shadows of memories and words left unspoken.
Walking around the house becomes increasingly difficult—each sound too sharp, every room filled with shadows of memories and words left unspoken.
Some mornings the sky arrived heavy and blue, slung low between rows of office buildings, their glassy faces reflecting a city always busy with the spectacle of doing.
Outside, the morning city sparkled with the frost of hidden nerves, buses weaving past puddling snow, the hospital’s ashen facade looming like the first checkpoint in an unending game.
In Natalia's usually ordered world, everything seems well-structured and reliable: strict columns of numbers at work, hot tea in the kitchen at night, the familiar gaze of her husband and son.
In the evenings, it feels as though the kitchen lamp glows only for everyone else, while Anna carries an invisible layer of exhaustion and anxiety beneath her eyes.
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