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The apartment felt empty without him. Too quiet. Too cold.
You sat on the edge of the bed, starin' at the framed picture of Von, his smile frozen in time, dreads hanginβ in his face like he was right there. But he wasnβt. He ainβt never cominβ back.
A small voice broke through the silenceβyour and Von's son, standin' in the doorway, eyes big, confused. "But where did my daddy go?"
Your chest tightened, breath caught in your throat. How was you supposed to answer that? How was you supposed to explain that the man who loved them more than anythin', who swore heβd always be here, was gone forever, died on the street without any hope?