If ‘She Restored My Emotional Marrow’ was the first sip, this is the full draught—a story that expands on its predecessor while serving as a tribute to those who were lost to the abyss, with no goodbye and no one to mourn them.

This is a story I never wanted to tell, for it is a narrative that bulldozed everything I thought I knew about pain. It's a journey through a landscape where pain itself seeks forgiveness for its existence. Be warned: you will not just be reading; you will be walking with ghosts. This is not a clean story. You'll need to remember to breathe, but if you make it to the end, it will stitch something profoundly human back together inside you.