In 1979, Richard Miller’s world had been reduced to silence. At thirty-four, he was a widower; his wife, Anne, had passed away two years earlier after a long illness. Their home, once filled with laughter and plans for the future, now echoed with absence. Evenings were the hardest—Richard would sit at the kitchen table under the faint yellow glow of a …
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