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March 12th The tea had gone cold long before I finished writing. It’s the silence of this house that gets to me—the way every unspoken thing seems to settle in the corners like dust. My mother asked today when I would "settle down," her eyes scanning the room for a ghost of a daughter-in-law that will never exist. How do I tell her that the only future I see is written in the margins of these pages?