AlinaThe rain clung to me like a second skin, cold and relentless, but I didn’t care. Each drop felt like punishment, like cleansing, like mockery—whatever it was, I welcomed it. I dragged myself through the doors of the house, my soaked cloak dripping puddles against the floor, my hair plastered across my face. All I wanted was silence, a moment of solitude, anything but the chaos that followed me like a curse.But the second I stepped inside, I froze.She was there.My mother.Sitting upright in the living room as though she had been waiting, her posture stiff, her expression unreadable. The sight of her made the chill that ran down my spine deepen—not from the storm outside, but from the storm inside me.Her eyes flickered up to me, and in the dim glow of the lanterns, I caught a softness there that felt unfamiliar.“What are you doing awake?” I asked, my voice sharp, harsher than I intended, but I was too exhausted to soften it.“I was waiting,” she said quietly, her hands folded
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