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Daniel’s world shatters when his wife, Lila, dies suddenly from an undiagnosed heart condition. Grief-stricken and paralyzed by loss, he retreats into the silence of their empty apartment, surrounded by the ghost of her presence—her untouched coffee cup, her half-read books, the voicemail he plays on loop just to hear her voice.

As months pass, Daniel’s isolation deepens. His sister, Claire, begs him to rejoin the living, but he refuses, clinging to the pain because it’s the last thing tying him to Lila. When he finally musters the strength to sort through her belongings, he uncovers letters from her estranged father—a man she spent years searching for, only to find his grave. The discovery forces Daniel to confront his own regrets: the conversations they never had, the love he took for granted, the future they’ll never share.

Haunted by memories and suffocated by solitude, Daniel must decide whether to drown in the past or find a way to carry Lila with him into a life he never wanted to live without her.

The Weight of Absence

Daniel found the business card stuck to the back of Lila's sock drawer.

Specializing in grief and complex trauma

The card was creased, the edges softened from handling. On the back, in Lila's writing: "Just in case."

Daniel sat on the edge of the bed, the card pinched between his fingers. He hadn't known she'd seen a therapist. Then again, there was a lot he hadn't known.

The first session was worse than he'd expected.

Dr. Patel's office was all soft lighting and plants, the kind of place designed to make you feel safe before it ripped you open.

"So," she said, notebook balanced on her knee. "What brings you here today?"

Daniel stared at the painting behind her—a swirl of blues and grays that might've been a storm or an ocean or nothing at all.

Dr. Patel softened. "Lila was my patient. She told me you might come someday."

For the first time in months, he had no words.

The Therapist’s Number