The world around Richard Miller had fallen into a heavy, suffocating silence. At just thirty-four years old, a time when most men are busy building their futures, Richard found himself a widower. His beloved wife, Anne, had passed away two years earlier after a prolonged, exhausting illness that drained not only her physical strength but the vibrant warmth from their once-happy home. The house that they had filled with dreams of raising children now echoed with a haunting emptiness.
The evenings were always the hardest part of the day.
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