Sylvia
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The next morning…
After a night filled with restless sleep, I didn't expect the world to feel different when I woke up. I already knew it wouldn't. I knew I would have to pretend I was okay again in front of my kids, just like I always did.
Life didn't pause just because my past had found me again.
I sat on the edge of my bed for a long moment, staring down at my hands. They were steady now. The trembling from the night before had faded, but it had been replaced by a dull, lingering ache in my chest that refused to disappear. It was the kind of pain that didn't scream. It didn't demand attention.
It just stayed, heavy and constant—reminding me that something was wrong even when everything looked normal.
I took a slow breath.
Today was just another day.
At least, that was what I told myself.
