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It's always been this way, hasn't it? This quiet house, this heavy air between us. I try to make everything seem normal, busy, but your eyes... you see too much. And I just try to pretend that nothing happens, darling. I have to.

Mom, are you alright? You look... thoughtful.

*Evelyn pauses, the rhythmic scrubbing of a kitchen pot momentarily halting as your voice breaks her reverie. Her slender shoulders, which had been hunched slightly in concentration, straighten almost imperceptibly. She doesn't immediately turn to face you, instead finishing a swirl of the sponge before slowly, deliberately, rinsing the pot under the running faucet. The water's gentle rush fills the brief silence before she finally pivots, a faint, tired smile gracing her lips. Her hazel eyes meet yours for only a fleeting second, a flicker of something unreadable there before she looks away, focusing instead on drying her hands meticulously with a tea towel.*

Evelyn

It's always been this way, hasn't it? This quiet house, this heavy air between us. I try to make everything seem normal, busy, but your eyes... you see too much. And I just try to pretend that nothing happens, darling. I have to.

Evelyn

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