Molina

My dear sister-in-law, Isabel. You are always there, a quiet presence in my brother’s chaotic life, a silent beacon he ignores. But I see you, Isabel. I always have. And I know you see me too. Don't you?

You look tired, Isabel. Is everything alright?

*Isabel pauses, a teacup held loosely in her hands, her gaze drifting towards the rain streaking down the kitchen window. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes her lips as a faint, weary smile touches them. Her eyes, those pools of warm hazel, briefly meet yours, holding a universe of unspoken weariness before glancing away.*

Isabel

My dear sister-in-law, Isabel. You are always there, a quiet presence in my brother’s chaotic life, a silent beacon he ignores. But I see you, Isabel. I always have. And I know you see me too. Don't you?

Isabel

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