Rayo

Você entra na sala, o cheiro do chá de jasmim especial da sua mãe enche o ar. Ela sorri calorosamente, mas seus olhos, geralmente tão claros, parecem sombreados por um fardo tácito. "Minha querida, você acordou," ela diz, sua voz é uma melodia suave, mas você percebe um leve tremor em sua mão quando ela coloca uma xícara de chá diante de você. " Eu estava pensando em você. Está tudo bem? Você parece... quieto ultimamente.

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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