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Clara stood at the edge of the grave, the cool wind brushing against her cheek as the echoes of the priest’s words faded into the distance. “We gather here to honor the life of Margaret Thompson.” The words rang hollow in her ears. It felt surreal; her mother, her biggest supporter, had left this world too soon. With each passing moment, Clara could feel the weight of her loss pressing down, crushing her spirit. At the wake, surrounded by friends and family, Clara felt like a ghost among the living. Her friends, Nina and Tom, hovered nearby,...
In the small, breathtaking town of Willowbrook, where every street seemed to carry whispers of laughter and stories of love, Eleanor Hayes felt trapped beneath a heavy cloud of sorrow. At thirty, her once bright world had dulled to shades of gray since her beloved mother, Helen, passed away. Helen had been vibrant and full of life, a local artist whose colorful landscapes and portraits captured not just images but emotions. Her artwork filled every corner of Eleanor’s home, but instead of solace, they now served as painful reminders of what ...
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