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He read it again and again, not sure if it gave relief or made things worse. There were no answers. Just confirmation that she had walked away on purpose.
Back home a week later, Marc returned to their apartment. It felt untouched, like she might walk through the door at any moment. He left her favorite mug on the table. Her scarf still hung by the door. But she didn’t come home.
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