Carrying her memory

“I agreed,” the letter continued. “And for over twenty years I kept silent. Outwardly, we lived as a family. Inside, though, I carried Linh’s memory every single day. Her absence was a wound I learned to hide, but never truly heal.” Luke’s eyes traced the shaky letters, realizing how much pain was tucked away in them. His grandfather had lived two lives: one public and stable, and one quietly haunted.
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