My name is David Ross, and two years ago my life broke in a way I didn’t know how to carry. My wife, Lauren, and my six-year-old son, Jacob, were gone in a single accident. Before that, our home had a rhythm—small, ordinary things that quietly hold a family together. Afterward, everything stopped. The toys stayed where they were. The rooms stayed full, but empty in a way that’s hard to explain. I didn’t try to fix it. I just learned how to get through each day. For a long time, I slept on the couch with the television on....
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