In the days that followed, the busy city of Springfield seemed calmer. People talked less about Elvis's death, and the streets were quieter.However, inside the Anderson Family's large house, there was no peace. The air felt heavy, and everyone was worried.Max Anderson, Claire’s younger brother, had fallen ill. He was lying in his bed. His face was pale and weak, and he was unable to move much. His breathing was shallow, and his eyes were closed most of the time.Claire, Sandra, Robert, and a few other members of Anderson's family stood by his side. Their eyes were full of worry.Claire was holding Max's hand as she whispered, "Max, please get better."Sandra, Claire and Max's mother paced the room with tears in her eyes. Her hands were shaking as she looked at her son. She said in a breaking voice, "My son... How could this have happened? What exactly is going on? Why does he have to suffer so much?"Robert Anderson, Claire's uncle was sitting in the corner with a serious face. Seei
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