Why us?
Mark paced behind her, his steps restless, his breathing uneven. “Why us? Why our garden?” Linda whispered, her voice cracking as the question left her lips. She wasn’t sure she wanted an answer anymore. The weight of silence pressed in, making the room feel smaller. Mark had no comfort to offer, no explanation. He stood pale and helpless, his expression hollow, as the two of them waited in suffocating quiet.
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