Grace~7 Days Later…The sterile smell of disinfectant fills my lungs as I lie on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. It’s been a week since Seb was taken. Seven days and every minute of it feels like a lifetime. My mind replays the moment I realized he was gone over and over, a broken record I can’t shut off.Seb’s laughter is still etched in my ears—the way it used to bounce around the house, filling every corner with life. Now, the silence is unbearable. It weighs on me, crushing my chest until I can barely breathe. I haven’t cried in hours, not because I don’t want to, but because my body seems to have given up. The tears are there, trapped somewhere deep, too heavy to fall.Tristin’s mom, Anna, sits beside me, her hand gripping mine tightly. I feel the weight of her concern, but I can’t bring myself to meet her eyes. What good are words when my son is gone? Her voice is gentle, coaxing, as she dabs a tissue at her own eyes.“ Grace, sweetheart, you have to eat something.
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