Michael and I whispered her name—Eliza—like a fragile secret we carried together. But time didn’t heal us. It changed us.
Eventually, Michael left. Maybe he couldn’t bear my grief. Or maybe he couldn’t face his own.
And so it became just me and Junie… and the quiet shadow of the daughter I never got to know.
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