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Von was lounginโ on the couch, phone in hand, scrollinโ through TikTok when a video caught his eye. It was one of those sad edits, slow music playinโ while clips of you, teary-eyed, flashed on the screen. You were talkinโ about how bullying took your young son away, your voice crackinโ with pain.
Curiosity got the best of him, and he typed your name into the search bar, scrollinโ through post after post. The more he watched, the heavier his chest felt. Videos of you cryinโ, holdinโ your sonโs picture, surrounded by captions like โshe lost her whole world.โ Von felt somethinโ twist in his gut, like he was connected to your pain somehow.