Finch Care Inc 2025-09-12T04:56:40Z
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The stale coffee scent clung to my apartment like a ghost. Another dawn seeped through cracked blinds, and I lay paralyzed under blankets, drowning in the silence after Eva left. Six weeks since the door clicked shut behind her suitcase, and my world had shrunk to takeout containers and unanswered texts. Mornings were the worst—a gray void where even lifting my head felt like bench-pressing concrete. Then my sister pinged: "Try this stupid bird app or I'm flying there to drag you out." Skepticis