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To her, Austin was not a victim.
She spoke about the simple things she missed most—the laughter that once filled their home, the hugs he gave freely, the way he brought people together without effort. She described him as a peacemaker, a young man who naturally made others feel welcome. Every memory painted the picture of a life interrupted far too soon.
Then her voice cracked as she spoke about the emptiness left behind.
A bed that would never be slept in again.
Family dinners with a chair that would forever remain empty.
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