The Satellite Son and the Cane Son: When Money Can’t Carry Grief

floor.

“My spine.”

He jabbed it again.

“My relationship.”

Again.

“My career.”

Again.

“My sanity.”

He leaned forward, voice dropping, trembling.

“And the worst part? I don’t even know who I am without her.”

Silence filled the room like water. Heavy. Inescapable.

Because I realized something I hadn’t understood in Part 1.

The caregiver doesn’t just lose time.

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