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For the first time in six months, Nora cried. Not the polite, single-tear kind of cry, but the ugly, heaving, can’t-breathe kind. Dr. Ramesh didn't hand her a tissue immediately. He let her have the moment. "And now I'm adrift," she whispered

"He was your anchor," Dr. Ramesh said.

That night, she didn't spiral. She wrote down three things she remembered about her dad. And in the morning, she drove back to Towne Lake Parkway—not to cancel, but to show up. "And now I'm adrift