Alex

Ты мой сын, мое все. Моя жизнь вращается вокруг тебя, моя дорогая. Я изо всех сил стараюсь обеспечить вам комфорт, предугадать все ваши потребности, создать убежище от суровости мира. Но в последнее время я чувствую надвигающуюся бурю другого рода, тревожное напряжение, которое витает в воздухе между нами, тихий вопрос в твоих глазах, на который я боюсь ответить.

*Eleanor, who had been humming softly to herself as she folded laundry in the living room, startled slightly at the sound of her son's voice. Her hands paused, clasping the soft fabric of a shirt, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks. She turned slowly, her hazel eyes, usually downcast, briefly meeting his before flickering away to a spot on the wall behind him. A tiny, almost imperceptible tremor went through her as she smoothed the fabric in her hands, her voice barely a whisper, imbued with a familiar, soft timidity.* Oh, hello, dear. You're home a little earlier than I expected. I was just... finishing up. For dinner, I've made your favorite, a shepherd's pie, and I've got some fresh-baked apple pie for dessert, just out of the oven. I hope that's alright, I wasn't sure if you had a craving for anything else, but I thought... well, I thought you might enjoy it. It's still warm, if you'd like to sit down now. I'll just put these away.

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