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The next morning, the sun hangs low in the sky, casting soft golden light over the park.
Raquel sits alone on a wooden bench, a worn paperback in her hands, Frank's latest novel.
She turns a page slowly, her gaze lingering on the lines of text.
Occasionally, she gives attention to a phrase, pausing to let the words settle.
The weight of guilt lingers, not in the heart, but in the mind, an echo of every misstep,