22 August 2026

Today, around 11 a.m., Clara returned home after a four-month business trip. She didn’t call ahead to let her husband or son know she was coming.

Older.

Thinner.

Her dark hair streaked heavily with gray now, her cheeks hollowed by illness or time or both. But the eyes were the same.

Clara felt her knees weaken.

“Mama,” she breathed.

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