Arian “Help, Andy. Help.”Andy sat down and I sat across from him. His eyes were steady on me as if the help was written on my face. For a moment, the room felt too quiet, the silence stretching for too long. “Arian,” he said softly, almost carefully, “I need to know when it all started.”“It all started when my mother died,” I answered, trying to sound casual but it didn't. “How did she die?” he asked carefully, too careful. I looked away, trying to hide the pain in my eyes as I recall the story. “It was a stormy night,” I began, my voice thin. “I remember because the rain wouldn’t stop pounding against the windows. She had stayed late at work. She… she always did. That old car of hers, she used to joke it was more stubborn than she was, but it got her everywhere.”I swallowed, the air feeling heavier than usual. “But that night… it didn’t bring her home.”Andy’s eyes softened, but he didn’t interrupt. “I waited for her for hours. Until the phone rang with a number I didn’t reco
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