Jacob couldn’t stop thinking about the café. Or his mother. The drive home had been quiet. Far too quiet. Even now, hours later, he sat on the edge of his bed staring at his phone. Thinking. Remembering. Questioning. A feeling he wasn’t entirely comfortable with. Because for months, maybe even years, he had been certain. Certain his mother had chosen work over family. Certain she didn’t care enough. Certain Karen had been right. But now… He wasn’t so sure. The memory replayed itself. “You hate vanilla.” His mother’s voice had been immediate. Certain. Effortless. As though she had never forgotten. Not once. Jacob frowned. Because Karen had forgotten. Twice. His father had forgotten too. Actually… His father forgot most things. The realization unsettled him. ⸻ Downstairs, Karen was setting the dinner table when Jacob entered the dining room. “How was your day?” she asked brightly. Jacob pulled out a chair. “Fine.” Karen smiled. “Good.” The conversat
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