Chapter 1793:

In the silence of his mind, he called out to Tracy—a whisper of longing she would never answer. His tears flowed unchecked.

“Tracy,” he murmured to the void. “Why did it have to end this way? I had it all mapped out—our future, our family. Why fate…?”

He sat in the quiet cocoon of his car, a cigarette trembling between his fingers as tears continued to carve silent paths down his face.

A storm of emotions churned within him—regret gnawed at his conscience, sorrow weighed heavy on his heart, self-loathing twisted his thoughts, and a fog of uncertainty clouded his vision of tomorrow. Yet amid the turmoil, one truth shone stark and unyielding: the loss of the baby had severed his tether to Tracy forever.

Once the doctor completed Shaun’s examination, he delivered the prognosis with unflinching honesty.

anticipated, Shaun retreated into an emotional fortress, shutting out the world and spurning every morsel of food offered to him. Within a handful of days, when Elyse returned to see him, she discerned that the flame of his will to live had flickered out

muffled as she brushed away tears. The sight pierced Elyse’s heart,

Elyse had learned of Velma’s ceaseless weeping—tears that seemed like an endless well, spilling forth

to find a spark to reignite Shaun’s spirit,” Elyse urged. “He is

words breaking. “But he won’t heed a soul and refuses to eat.

tears surged as she spoke, a flood she

pierce Velma’s grief. Resigned, she sat

imagination


an eternity of weeping, Velma’s reservoir of tears ran dry. She spoke in a hollow, despairing tone. “He is my only child. If I lose him, I

will pull through—we’re his friends, and we’ll find a way to lift

portion of her time to soothing Velma’s

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