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The reporter revealed something I had never known—
Her grief had been so heavy it nearly crushed her.
And instead of retreating from the world, she chose to step toward others who were living the same nightmare she once endured.
I felt my throat tighten.
Suddenly everything made sense—the way she stayed longer than required, the way her hand lingered on my shoulder when I was shaking, the way she never said, “It’ll be okay,” but somehow made it feel true.

She had been giving me a kind of comfort she once desperately needed herself.
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