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In the days that follow, I notice small changes. She’s more present at dinner, less absorbed in her phone. Our conversations, while still tentative, carry a deeper layer of honesty.
The world outside our small home remains the same, but inside, there’s a shift. A new, fragile connection forms, built on the truths we’ve begun to share.
It’s a beginning, and as I watch her across the table, I feel hopeful. Not for a perfect resolution, but for the chance to grow together despite the cracks.
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Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
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