The Man Beside Her
Her eyes softened as she continued, her words carrying the weight of years gone by. “And the man beside me in those pictures, the one with kind eyes, was my father.” Lilly swallowed hard, glancing again at Rosemary’s trembling hands. The pieces clicked together painfully, the mystery unraveling with each word. These weren’t strangers staring from faded photographs — they were ghosts of a family bound to this attic.
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