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Life moved forward, as it always does. I built a routine around my small store, finding comfort in the familiar rhythm of work and the quiet interactions with customers. It wasn’t the life I had once imagined, but it was steady—and sometimes, steady is enough.
I had put up a notice that I was hiring. Business had picked up, and I needed an extra pair of hands. When the young man walked in for the interview, I barely looked up at first. But when I did, my heart stopped.
He looked just like my son.
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