I Thought the Story Had Finished—Until a Text Changed the Narrative
I spent years convincing myself the book was closed. The conflict was over, the resentment drained, and the quiet inside the house finally felt like peace instead of aftermath. I should have known better. Stories don’t end when you stop reading them— they end when every unresolved ache has somewhere to go. Looking back, the …
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