“Please,” she said, her voice barely audible. “Put some fans in this place. There’s no air circulation. It gets so hot… too hot.”
She paused, her eyes drifting toward the window. “Also… if you can… get a fridge. The food here goes bad too quickly. Many nights… I went to bed hungry.”
His voice cracked. He couldn’t finish the sentence.
She looked at him with that same calm wisdom she’d always carried. Her next words would stay with him forever.
“I Managed the Heat, the Hunger… But I’m Worried You Won’t”
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