"Let’s get you to the hospital, Sara," Courtney urged, her voice both gentle and firm. She wrapped her arm around her friend’s shoulders, feeling the tension vibrating like a drawn bowstring in Sara’s soft frame. The hospital seemed far away now, even though it was just down the street.

“But he’s here, Courtney! I can see him! Drake, he’s right there!” Sara pointed with a trembling finger into the dim living room, where shadows danced as if possessed. Courtney followed Sara’s gaze, but all she saw was an empty space—no trace of Drake, who had been gone for months.

"Sara, honey, Drake isn’t here. You know this." Courtney’s voice was an anchor, but Sara was too adrift, lost in the murky waters of her grief.


Sara started humming the same song "Hold my hand in the dark, we'll find our way,"



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