My name is George Miller, and I am seventy-four years old.
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If someone had told me three years ago that, near the end of my life, I would start questioning every glass of water in my own home, every closed door, and even the smile of the woman whose finger I had personally placed a wedding ring on, I would have laughed.
My wife, Mary, had died eight years earlier. We had spent nearly fifty years together. After her death, I had everything—a large house, plenty of money, investments, and the freedom to travel wherever I wanted.
But whenever I came home, no one was waiting for me.
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There were only empty rooms.
That was when I met Lauren.