I was brushing my hair when I heard the soft knock on my door — the kind that never really asked for permission, just announced her presence.“Come in,” I murmured, even though I already knew who it was.My mom pushed the door open, her night robe still tied loosely around her waist, eyes sharp and awake like she’d been waiting for me to get up. “You’re up early,” she said, her voice calm but layered with something heavier.“Yeah,” I replied, keeping my eyes on the mirror. “Didn’t really sleep.”She stood there for a moment, watching me pack my bag for work. Then, in that tone that always meant trouble, she said, “I’ve been thinking about what you told me last night… about Eli’s mother.”I froze mid-motion, my hand still gripping the zipper of my purse. “Mom, please don’t—”“No, listen to me.” She came closer, her reflection now beside mine in the mirror — two women, two different kinds of tired. “If you really like this man, Isabella, you need to fight for him. Don’t let anyone scare
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