Months passed. Min‑jae learned to laugh awkwardly at sitcoms; I learned to leave a light by their bed on nights they couldn’t sleep. They began keeping a small journal in my handwriting—copies of my grocery lists, doodles of coffee cups—each entry a patch in a human life they were stitching onto their own.
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