A faint drizzle pattered against the tin roof, each drop sounding heavier than the last, as if the world itself carried the weight of what they had uncovered.Sonia sat at the corner of the mattress, watching her brother’s pale face. The fever had broken a little, but his skin still felt clammy when she touched his forehead. The Daniel she remembered mischievous, witty, always ready with a sarcastic jab seemed like a ghost hovering beneath the surface.“He used to love the rain,” she whispered, almost to herself.Eric, leaning against the window frame, glanced at her. “What do you mean?”“When we were kids,” Sonia said, her voice softer than usual, “we’d sneak out during storms. Daniel would stand there, arms wide open, like the rain was washing everything clean. He said it felt like freedom.” Her throat tightened. “Now he can barely open his eyes.”Eric shifted, as though the memory pierced him too. “He’ll come back. You got him out. That’s the hardest part.”“No,” Sonia said sharply
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