As Sarah stared out the window of her, watching as the raindrops trickled down the glass, She felt a knot of sadness in her chest, a deep ache that wouldn't go away. She had lost her husband, her home, and her sense of identity all at once. She felt adrift, without any sense of purpose or direction. It had been two months since her divorce from John, and she still couldn't believe how quickly her life had unraveled.Her phone rang, jarring her out of her thoughts. Sarah sighed as she picked up the phone. It was her mother. She had been calling every day since the divorce, checking on her to make sure she was okay."How are you holding up, honey?" her mother asked, her voice soft and concerned. "Are you taking care of yourself?""I'm fine," Sarah lied, her voice flat. "I'm just...adjusting."There was a long pause on the other end of the line."Sarah, you don't sound fine," her mother said, her voice wavering. “I'm sorry, Mom," Sarah said, her voice breaking. "It's just...I miss him.
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