Amanda lay back down, but no matter how she turned, sleep refused to come. Insomnia?Meanwhile, across the city, Patrick was lost in his own thoughts.After a long while—“Heh…” a bitter, mocking laugh slipped past his lips, laced with self-mockery and pain. Tossing his phone onto the nightstand, he collapsed back on the bed and forced himself to sleep.The next morning, Amanda got up with heavy eyes. She really hadn’t slept.All night, her dreams were haunted by Claire, weeping on the stairs.She glanced beside her—her youngest had already gotten up. After washing, she went out, only to find the house quiet again.Heading into the dining room, as expected, her mother had left the table full of her favorite dishes.There was also a note:Amanda, I took the three little ones out to play. Remember to eat properly when you wake up. There’s eight-treasure porridge in the rice cooker.A smile tugged at her lips. Mom really is the best.Always thinking of her, giving her time to rest.After
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