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The old house was filled with the ghosts of the past, and now, the photographs. The photographs confirmed what she had suspected. Her uncle, the beloved uncle who was said to have died heroically in an accident, was alive and well in these photos. With a new wife and family.

She slammed the album closed, the sound echoing in the silent room. The weight on her shoulders increased, an unbearable burden. She wanted to scream, to weep, to break something.

The lie felt personal, a violation. She walked to the window, gazing out at the world, and felt the need to scream.