“You don’t want to meet me, hubby… are you really that mad at me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but I heard it loud and clear. Her tired eyes held mine as she weakly lifted her trembling hand toward me. My lips quivered, and before I knew it, I ran to her side, grasping her fragile fingers. Sitting beside her, I broke down, unable to contain the overwhelming emotions.
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