The sound came first.
A small, cracked “Mommy” behind a locked door, in a house that should never have been silent. Before that, there was Rosie—the torn pink doll on the front step, abandoned in the sun like a warning no one wanted to read. Everyone told her to wait. To calm down. To stop panick… Continues…
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