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    She hefted her suitcase again, but just as she reached the door, the doorbell rang sharply from the other side.


    Yvonne, dressed in ck and looking unusually serious, hurried in.


    “Sorry, honey, An and I are heading overseas to see Jeffrey.”


    Rachel lifted her suitcase, but before she could move further, Yvonne stepped forward and gently but firmly stopped her.


    “Yvonne,” Rachel said, confused. “What’s going on? You’re acting strange today too.”


    Yvonne’s voice cracked, thick with emotion.


    “You… you don’t need to…”


    Rachel’s heart raced at her words. She turned sharply, panic rising in her chest.


    “What do you mean, I don’t need to go? Why?” Her breath quickened.


    “I’ve been thinking about Jeffrey constantly. I haven’t seen him in so long. He might be upset with me. Even if you said that ce is off-limits and no one’s supposed to disturb him, I won’t go inside. I’ll just… watch from a distance.”


    But Yvonne still gripped Rachel’s suitcase tightly, not letting go.


    “Rachel, I’m sorry. I didn’t exin myself well earlier,” Yvonne said, her voice wavering. “Let me try again…”


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    She took a deep breath, struggling to steady herself.


    “Jeffrey isn’t abroad. That was a lie we’ve been telling you. He’s not there.”


    Rachel’s breath hitched. Panic surged through her, but she fought to keep it at bay. Clenching her fists, she demanded, “Then tell me. Where is he?”


    Yvonne turned away, tears slipping down her face, but she remained silent, unable to answer.


    Rachel’s chest tightened as the realization began to sink in. She knew Yvonne well, and the silence, the tears—it was all too much. Her voice broke as she turned to An, desperate for answers.


    “An, please… tell me. Where is he? My brother, my Jeffrey, where is he?” She clutched at his shirt, her fingers trembling like a drowning person reaching for safety. “Please, tell me. He’s still here, right? It doesn’t matter if he’s in a hospital, a welfare home, anywhere… I’ll ept it.”


    An held her tightly, but his words were a cruel blow.


    “Rachel, I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. But Jeffrey didn’t make it that day.”


    Time seemed to freeze.


    Rachel’s knees buckled, her body going limp as if the very air had been knocked from her.


    Without An and Yvonne’s support, she would have crumpled to the floor, her world shattering around her.


    At that moment, Rachel understood something she had never known before—when a person was at their lowest, the pain was so sharp that no tears woulde, no cries would escape. It was a suffocating silence, the kind that swallowed everything.


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