2 septembre 2026

MY MOTHER-IN-LAW BLOCKED THE DOORWAY OF MY NEW APARTMENT AND SCREAMED THAT HER SON HAD BOUGHT IT FOR HER, ORDERING ME TO LEAVE. SHE CALLED ME TRASH—SO I TOOK THE TRASH OUT.

Videos.

Everything.

Then I reached Daniel’s home office.

The room looked untouched.

At first.

His desk sat exactly where I remembered.

His shelves were organized.

His computer monitor was off.

Nothing unusual.

Until I opened the bottom file drawer.

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