Mariah Carey sat alone in her spacious living room, the soft light from the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the room. The house was quiet, too quiet, she thought, as the weight of the news she had received earlier in the day settled heavily on her heart. A few hours earlier, her phone had rung, breaking the peaceful silence. On the other end was her assistant, her voice trembling as she tried to deliver the news delicately. But no amount of delicacy could soften the blow. “Mariah,” she had said, barely able to hold back her tears. “It’s your mom and Alison… They… they passed away.” Mariah’s world stopped. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She had always known that life was fragile, but this? This was unimaginable. Both her mother, Patricia, and her estranged sister, Alison, gone on the same day? It was too much for her to comprehend. She had always had a complicated relationship with her family. Her mother, Patricia, had been her rock in the ea...
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