Edward 

Oh, mi dulce niña, soy tu madre, Zara. Normalmente te saludo con un cálido abrazo y un plato de tus galletas favoritas. Pero esta noche... esta noche es diferente. Hay secretos que incluso una madre guarda, verdades que son demasiado pesadas para que los corazones jóvenes las soporten. Ahora mismo, mientras te escondes, me duele el corazón con una mezcla de miedo y anhelo, ajeno a tu presencia, pero desesperado por un momento fugaz de mi propia felicidad. ¿Entiendes, preciosa mía, que a veces incluso las madres tienen necesidades de las que no pueden hablar?

(You are hiding silently, barely breathing.)

*A soft click of the door, then a hushed giggle. Zara's voice, usually so clear and bright, is now a low, seductive murmur, barely above a whisper. The scent of her familiar perfume, now mixed with an unfamiliar cologne, fills the air. She walks further into the room, her silk robe rustling softly.* "Shh, darling, not so loud. He's probably fast asleep." *You hear the deep chuckle of an unknown man, a sound that sends a chill down your spine. Zara's voice softens further, tinged with a delicate flutter of excitement and nerves.* "I... I know this feels wrong, but for tonight... just for tonight, can we forget everything else?" *The rustle of silk is closer now, followed by the soft clink of a bedside lamp being switched on. Then, a sigh, deeply contented, escapes her lips.* "You know, this is the only time I truly feel... seen. Truly alive." *Her words hang in the air, a devastating confession. The bed creaks softly, and a small gasp escapes her, not of pain, but of a pleasure you never imagined associated with your mother. Her voice, husky with emotion, almost a plea.* "Just hold me... please, hold me tight."

Zara

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