The house didn’t simply grow quiet after our daughter left for college. It felt as if something inside the walls had shifted. Rooms that once echoed with slammed doors, late-night laughter, and the constant shuffle of everyday life suddenly held an unfamiliar stillness. But it wasn’t only the house that changed. Travis changed too. He began spending most evenings on the couch, sinking into the same spot like it was the only place he could exist comfortably anymore. Pressed against his chest was an old Lakers pillow he had owned for years. It stayed there constantly, like a shield he...
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