She tried to smile when they played his song, but the moment Toby’s voice came through the speakers, her knees gave out. There he was — that warm Oklahoma drawl, that steady calm — like he’d just stepped back into the room. For years, she’d stood beside him through the crowds, the tours, the long nights waiting on the porch light to flicker again. But now, it was quiet. Just her, the sky, and “Cryin’ for Me” playing soft enough to break her heart all over again. He’s gone, but the truth is — Toby never really leaves. Every note still sounds like home.
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