Liam + Olivia, Lost In Grief

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With her eyes shut and hands grasped under her chin, she feels pain. The question keeps circling: what if she had done just one thing differently—anything at all—before the house went silent?

He lowers his chin into his coat to conceal his tears. That night keeps replaying in his mind: what if he had just checked one more time?

She folds up the blankets and puts the empty crib sheets back in place, desperately seeking comfort in routine tasks.

He remains silent, unworthy, afraid his voice will break their fragile truce.

The thin line of shared grief is both a barrier and a thread, holding them together even as it keeps them apart.

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