A different kind of sound began to echo in Elias’s mind and heart: the distant, familiar murmur of voices in a circle, sharing stories of hope and struggle. It had been decades since he’d sat in the gentle structure of an Al-Anon meeting, decades since he’d sought solace in the shared vulnerability of others grappling with the chaos of addiction in their families, a chaos that now seemed to have metastasized across the entire nation.
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