SCOTT POVMy mother's voice broke through the fog of my grief, pulling me back to the present. I blinked, slowly returning to the world around me, and saw the sadness in her eyes as she looked at me."Scott?" she called gently, concern evident in her voice.I tried to muster a small smile for her, but the pain in my heart was still too raw. "Hey, mom," I replied softly. "I'm not hungry."Her response was a chuckle, a hint of amusement in her eyes as she wiggled her head and sat beside me. It was a simple moment of connection, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there were people who cared about me, who were there to offer comfort and support."I wanted to check up on you. I had checked your house and then your office but you were nowhere to be found, are you alright son?" Her voice came. My mother's concern was palpable in her words, and it touched something deep within me. She had gone to great lengths to find me, checking both my house and my office, and it was clear that
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