A Silent House Tour
Jamie eventually gave up on sleep and walked through the house, letting his feet guide him. Familiar creaks underfoot, the soft glow of nightlights, and the scent of Sarah’s lavender candle filled the air with nostalgic calm. These little things were once background noise—now they carried weight.
As he moved room to room, framed photos caught his attention. Smiling faces frozen in time during birthdays and holidays he couldn’t attend pulled at his emotions. Every picture told a story he wasn’t part of, yet each one also welcomed him back into their ongoing life.
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