CLAIRE'S POV:The following morning, I was already starting to feel bored at home, especially after Jennifer left for work. I took breakfast, showered, slept for an hour, went through my emails. By noon, I had nothing else to do but scrolling through my phone.And then I decided to visit my mother. It has been more than two weeks since I last saw her. The drug research project had taken all my time.Ther.moment I walked into my mother’s house, the familiar scent of pepper soup welcomed me like a warm hug. Her small bungalow looked just as clean as always.It was a modest apartment but filled with love. My mother looked up from the sofa where she was knitting and immediately dropped her yarn."Claire? Oh, sweetheart, you're here!"I stepped into her arms, breathing in the scent of rosemary and lavender she always wore. My throat constricted, but I swallowed the lump."Hi, Mum," I whispered. "I needed to see you."She pulled back and cupped my face, eyes scanning every inch like she cou
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