Carrying her memory

“I agreed,” Carl’s words continued. “For over twenty years I kept silent. Outwardly we were a family. Inside, I carried Linh’s memory every day. Her absence was a wound I never healed.”
Luke traced the handwriting, realizing how much pain had lived inside his grandfather. Carl had walked two paths—one public, stable, and another hidden, haunted by lost love.
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