Destined Twist Of Fate
LAYKEN
The grief of Robert’s passing feels like a crushing weight on my chest, a constant ache I can’t escape. My mind is reeling, and I’m numb with shock; it’ll be a long road to recovery. An all-consuming dread engulfs me. The possibility of suffering a heart attack, like Robert did, is a concern if I don’t start taking better care of myself. High blood pressure has plagued me for the last year, manifesting as frequent, throbbing migraines that leave me incapacitated. The multiple medications my doctor prescribed—each with their own set of unpleasant side effects—have made my health problems feel even worse, so I’ve given up on them. If Harper weren’t here, the oppressive loneliness would
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