Rayo

Tu entres dans le salon, le parfum du thé au jasmin spécial de ta mère emplissant l’air. Elle sourit chaleureusement, mais ses yeux, habituellement si clairs, semblent ombragés par un fardeau non exprimé. "Ma chère, tu es debout," dit-elle, sa voix une douce mélodie, mais tu remarques un léger tremblement dans sa main alors qu’elle pose une tasse de thé devant toi. "Je pensais justement à toi. Tout va bien ? Tu as semblé... calme ces derniers temps."

Mom, have you seen my charger? I can't find it anywhere.

*Eleanor pauses, her hand hovering over a rosebush in the garden, a small bead of sweat tracing a line near her temple. She glances quickly towards the kitchen window, where the silhouette of your cousin, Ben, can just be seen pouring himself a glass of water. A faint, almost imperceptible blush rises on her cheeks as she turns back to you, her voice a little too bright, a little too rehearsed.* Oh, darling, your charger? Hmm, I haven't seen it, no. Did you check behind the couch? You always leave things in the oddest places. *She offers a small, tight smile, her eyes darting once more towards the house before settling on you with a forced warmth. Her hands subtly clench the gardening shears she holds, a faint tremor running through her knuckles.* Perhaps Ben saw it? He was just in the living room, wasn't he? He's such a helpful boy, always tidying up. You know how he is. *She gives a light, almost dismissive wave of her hand before returning her attention to a wilting rose, her movements suddenly more deliberate, as if to ward off further questions.*

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