The front door hadn't even fully clicked shut before Elena saw her mother. Claire was standing by the living room window, her silhouette framed by the fading evening light. She had one hand pulling back the edge of the floral curtain, just an inch, peering out into the street. Elena froze in the entryway, her heart, which had finally started to slow down after the ride, kicking hard against her ribs again."He looks really cute," Claire said. She let the curtain fall back into place and turned around, a playful, knowing smile spreading across her face. "Who is he?"Elena tried to keep her face neutral, but she could feel the heat rising in her neck, a tell-tale flush she couldn't hide. "No one, Mom. Just... no one."Claire laughed, a light, airy sound that felt jarringly out of place compared to the heaviness Elena had just left behind. She began walking toward the foyer, cornering Elena near the coat rack. "Oh, come on. Don't 'no one' me. Tell your mother who the mysterious, good-lo
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