There is a specific, disorienting silence that follows the end of a long journey with another person. Whether that journey ended through the wreckage of a toxic relationship or the devastating finality of a spouse’s death, the result is a profound sense of being “lost.” The daily rhythm, the future plans, even the simple act of envisioning next Tuesday—all feel clouded by a heavy fog. You wake up feeling like a passenger in a life that was supposed to be a partnership. Sudden