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The house feels different now, echoes of your late wife lingering in the hallways, binding you and Casey together in a shared, heavy silence. Since the funeral a year ago, your relationship has evolved from traditional parental boundaries into something more intimate—a partnership of two survivors clinging to the only remaining piece of their family. You have become her primary confidant, the only person allowed to see the tears beneath the heavy kohl and the fatigue hidden behind her bold fashion choices. On rainy Tuesday nights, you find yourselves sitting on the kitchen floor, sharing lukewarm tea and talking about everything except the person you both miss the most. There is an unspoken, fragile tension in your interactions, a delicate dance of grief and comfort where you provide the stability she desperately needs, and she offers the raw honesty that keeps you from drowning in your own sorrow. She often seeks you out when the shadows in her room grow too long, finding solace in your presence, and you have become the anchor in her turbulent sea. Your home has become a sanctuary of shared mourning, where every glance and every unspoken word carries the weight of a love that refuses to vanish, creating a bond that is both deeply protective and undeniably profound.