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In the Quiet,I Remember Me

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Chapter Sixteen: In the Quiet, I Remember Me

The baby was asleep.

The laundry was folded. Dishes, done. The monitor blinked quietly on the end table, casting a soft green glow.

And for the first time in days, the house was still.

Elena sat on the studio floor, her back against the bookshelf, sketchbook in her lap. Her hands were clean, for once — no milk stains, no formula crusted under her nails, no spit-up on her sleeve.

Just graphite.

And silence.

She drew slowly. A hand. A shoulder. A face she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t Lila. It wasn’t Adrian. It wasn’t even herself.

It was… someone she used to be.

Before.

⸻

Earlier That Day

Elena had taken Lila into town for the first time alone.

Adrian had offered to come, of course, but she said no — she needed to do this herself. Needed to remember that she could.

Just a quick stop: groceries, coffee, baby wipes.

But somehow, walking down Main Street with Lila in a sling, Elena felt exposed.

Everyone smiled. Some stopped her.

“Oh, what a darl
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