Back in rhythm
Within a week, Frank’s routine returned. Mornings began with quiet sips of coffee, steam curling in the empty hallways. He hummed faint tunes while mopping the floors, letting the familiar rhythm of work settle his mind. The school felt different now—warmer, more trusting. Though scars of suspicion still lingered faintly, they no longer held power over him. Each small task reminded him he’d reclaimed what mattered most: his peace.
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