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It all started on a chilly Tuesday in June of 2023. I was having my afternoon coffee, sitting on the porch of our house in the Druid Hills neighborhood, watching the gray clouds promise a big Atlanta summer storm. Estelle had left earlier, saying she was heading to her cardiologist appointment, just like she did every Tuesday and Thursday.

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