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The heavy chapel doors closed with a final, wooden groan, muting the murmur of the crowd outside. Inside, the air sat still, thick with the scent of lilies and sorrow. Five days had passed in a blur since the aneurysm took your mother—sudden, painless, absolute. In the front row, I sat beside you, my posture straight, a counterpoint to the inward collapse of grief. My gaze dropped to my own hand as it trembled, just slightly, before reaching to find yours in the dim light. My fingers slipped between yours, intertwining, holding tight—a silent, desperate anchor against the void her absence had torn open.