The chapel smelled of lilies and freshly polished wood, the kind of stillness that presses against your chest and makes every breath feel deliberate. I stood beside Mark\u2019s casket, my hands numb and cold despite the warmth of the crowded room, staring at the closed lid as if it might suddenly open and undo the last seven days.Seven days since the phone call.seven days since I\u2019d watched the paramedics wheel him out of our house, knowing from their faces that he was already gone.Seven days since my world had fractured into before and after.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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