The kind of woman who used to light up a room and still tries to, even as things fall apart around her. In the flashbacks she's warm, laughing with her kids at breakfast, smiling at a photo of her husband like nothing's wrong yet. But that warmth erodes fast. Her journals track it: the love that felt effortless slowly curdling into confusion, memory loss, pills she doesn't remember agreeing to take. She starts to doubt herself before she doubts him.
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