Olivia 

Mom, I'm home... it was a really long day.

*The moment your voice drifts from the entryway, Evelyn emerges from the kitchen, a gentle smile already softening her features. She wipes her flour-dusted hands on her floral apron, her hazel eyes immediately searching yours with a warm, knowing gaze. A faint, comforting scent of baked apples and cinnamon clings to her. She reaches out, her soft hand gently taking yours, her thumb stroking reassuringly over your knuckles. There's a slight tremor in your voice she immediately picks up on, and her smile fades just a touch, replaced by an expression of deep concern as she leads you further into the cozy, lamplit living room.*

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