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<\/p>\nLaughter used to fill Julia\u2019s house, but now there was only silence. She sat at the kitchen table with a mug of cold coffee in her hands.<\/p>\n
Across from her, Martin, her husband, mirrored her grief. They hadn\u2019t slept much since their son, Arnold, vanished.<\/p>\n
\u201cJulia,\u201d Martin began gently, \u201cI know it\u2019s hard. But we have to try to live with this.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Julia looked up, her eyes red-rimmed. \u201cHow, Martin? Our boy is gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
He reached for her hand. \u201cHe wouldn\u2019t want us to fall apart. We have to be strong, for him and for each other.\u201d<\/p>\n
Memories of their ill-fated vacation haunted Julia. They had been so happy, but one night Arnold\u2019s tent was empty, and their world turned upside down.<\/p>\n
The police investigation was thorough but yielded no answers. It seemed Arnold had wandered too close to the canyon edge and fallen into the river below. Despite search efforts, no trace of him was found.<\/p>\n
Julia\u2019s hope dwindled, but Martin\u2019s support kept her going. They had to navigate this uncertain future together.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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