Then came the day that changed everything.
It was an ordinary afternoon, but I happened to come home earlier than usual. As soon as I walked in, I noticed something unsettling. The house was far too quiet.
I searched every room—his toys scattered on the floor, his little shoes by the door—but no sign of him. My heart pounded. I rushed into the living room and found my best friend calmly sitting there.
She looked at me with a strange expression, then spoke softly:
“You can now… breathe.”
Her words froze me. For a moment, fear surged through me like a tidal wave. What did she mean? Where was my child?
A Breath of Relief
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