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The living room held almost nothing now.No sofa, no table, not even a lamp. Only a thin mattress on the floor and a blanket folded beside it like someone had tried to keep a little dignity.

Emma stepped inside quietly, careful not to make noise, as if the house itself might break if she moved too quickly.

May be an image of child, bicycle, scooter and text that says « FOR FORSALE SALE »

“Mom?” she called softly.

Her voice echoed through the empty room, thin and fragile. The rain outside tapped against the cracked window like impatient fingers.

Rocco stayed near the doorway for a moment, taking everything in.
He had seen ruined houses before, but this was different.

This wasn’t the result of war between gangs or business gone wrong.

This was what happened when greed crept into places it never should have reached.

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The line went silent, but the weight of what he had just said remained, pressing into his chest heavier than any order he had ever given before.

He lowered the phone slowly, staring at it for a moment, as if expecting it to argue back, to remind him who he was supposed to be.

But it didn’t.