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Too quiet. Like something was missing that could never come back. I tried to move on. People told me time heals everything. But they were wrong. Because every night… at exactly 3:00 AM… I started hearing something. At first, it was just soft footsteps. Very light. Almost like a child walking slowly…

Too quiet. Like something was missing that could never come back. I tried to move on. People told me time heals everything. But they were wrong. Because every night… at exactly 3:00 AM… I started hearing something. At first, it was just soft footsteps. Very light. Almost like a child walking slowly across the hallway. I told myself it was just my imagination. Grief can do strange things to your mind.