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The soft hum of Amara's heater filled the silence in her apartment, but it couldn't warm the ache inside her chest. She sat by the window, wrapped in a chunky knit sweater, Daniel's unopened letter lying on the table beside her.
The words from Rochelle and Alyssa still rang in her head like a haunting chorus. Different stories, same pain. Danie