Light seeping into the sky, the town was familiar and frightening while the air smelled like dew and kerosene. Reed swallowed against a weight in his throat, thinking about the untold stories in this place. This town used to be his home—their home—but now it spoke only of life unborn and aches he would never have. He had resolved not to be haunted by the home that used to be his, so he began walking towards the bus interchange, his heart as a drum, loud in its emptiness.


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