The master bedroom sat at the end of the long hallway, just past the old family portrait from Sophia’s high school graduation. The door was slightly ajar, the soft glow of a single lamp spilling into the hall like a secret.Inside, the room was a quiet testament to a lifetime together.The walls were painted a soft sage green — Margaret’s choice, back when they first moved into the house, a color meant to bring calm. The large oak bed, worn at the edges but still strong, stood centered beneath a window framed by faded floral curtains. A thick wool blanket — handmade by Margaret’s mother — lay folded at the foot, its stitches uneven but full of love.On either side of the bed, nightstands held the marks of time: Robert’s, cluttered with reading glasses, a dog-eared copy of The Old Man and the Sea, and a silver picture of Sophia as a little girl, riding Duke for the first time, her arms wide, her laugh frozen in time. Margaret’s was neater — a journal, a pen, a small bottle of lavender o
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