I stood there, a casserole dish in my hands, feeling like an intruder in the home that was once hers. The silence was deafening, broken only by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Mason emerged from the kitchen, his eyes red-rimmed and hair disheveled. My heart ached at the sight of him, so different from the confident, laughing man I'd known for years. He looked at me, then at the dish in my hands. You didn't have to do this. he said, his voice rough from disuse.
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