Aria stared at the blank page until it blurred.The room was too quiet. The kind of quiet that rang in your ears, that made every breath feel too loud. Allen slept fitfully on the narrow hospital bed beside her, his small chest rising unevenly, lips pale against the white sheets. A machine hummed. Soft. Unforgiving.She pressed the pen harder than necessary against the paper.Nothing came.Her hand shook. She curled her fingers into a fist, then forced them open again. Write, she told herself. If you don’t write now, you’ll never do it.“Please,” she whispered—to who, she didn’t know.The pen finally moved.> Liam,She stopped, crossed it out. Wrote it again.> Mr. Voss—No, too cold, too distant. She scratched it out, ink bleeding into the page.Her chest tightened. She closed her eyes, breathing shallow, counting in fours the way the nurse had taught her. When she opened them, she wrote without stopping, afraid that if she paused, courage would leave her completely.> Liam,I don’t
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