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breathing heavily the way he had since the accident. My poor husband hardly left bed anymore, and when he did, it was as if he were haunted.
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breathing heavily the way he had since the accident. My poor husband hardly left bed anymore, and when he did, it was as if he were haunted.
I didn’t want to wake him. He barely slept through the night, tormented by guilt and nightmares I couldn’t soothe.
I didn’t have the strength to talk, so I just sat there, staring out the window into the fog that continue reading …
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