Clarence’s POV. The hospital room felt less suffocating after a few days, and by the time I was discharged, I was desperate for the quietness of home. Julian brought me back himself, as he always insisted on doing things personally, especially when it came to me. He didn’t want me walking around too much, even though the doctor said I would heal completely with time. That evening, we had dinner in the garden. He had made sure the table was set with all my favorites. The breeze was light, the food warm, and his presence grounding. But my appetite was missing, just like my peace. I pushed a fork around my plate, and the food was barely touched. “I had that dream again last night,” I said, softly. Julian looked up from his plate. “The one about your mother?” I nodded. “It’s always the same. We’re in the car. It’s raining. She’s glancing at me through the rearview mirror, saying something I can’t quite hear. Then the horn, the screech… and then she’s gone.” He set his fork down,
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