**One Month Later**
Some stories end before they’re supposed to.
Not with a farewell.
Not with closure.
But with silence.
That kind of silence..the kind that follows a scream cut too short…lives in the bones. It never leaves. It haunts the halls of memory like a ghost with unfinished business.
Christopher Cooper knew that silence.
He lived in it.
Breathed it.
One month ago, he held the woman he loved as she bled out on the floor of a shattered world. Her body had gone still. Her lips had parted like she was trying to say one more thing but nothing came. Her eyes had rolled back. Her hand slipped from his. And for a moment that stretched into eternity…
He swore she died.
The ambulance arrived. They tore her from his arms. The babies were crying. The sirens were howling. And Chris
