I wasn’t expecting to see his car already parked outside.In that instant, a strange feeling settled in my chest, one I couldn’t quite explain—but I knew something wasn’t right. The moment I stepped inside, the air felt different—too still, too quiet, as if the house itself was holding its breath. I called out, but no one answered. Then I heard it: a dull, repetitive sound coming from the backyard. Each step I took toward it felt heavier than the last. When I finally reached the door and looked out, I froze.y husband was there, focused and tense, covering something in the ground. Before I could fully react, our daughter appeared beside me, calm and unbothered.
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