When I opened the door to my old home, I saw strangers.Or rather, familiar people who had become strangers.My mother’s hair was completely white. She looked twenty years older.My father stood behind her, stooped, his eyes hollow.Jasper was off to the side, his hands clenched into fists, knuckles scarred. He looked at me with a painful, pleading expression."Eliana…" My mother's voice broke on the first word.She fell to her knees, grabbing my hand, tears streaming down her face."I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, your mother is so sorry…"She sobbed, a raw, wracking sound, trying to purge a decade of regret.I looked at her white hair, at the dark circles under her eyes.I bent down and helped her up."Mom."Just that one word made her cry harder.Dinner was a few clumsy dishes on the table."This is... your favorite rosemary roast," my mother said, wiping her tears. "We tried our best, but it's probably not very good."I looked at the burnt edges of the meat. I felt a faint tremor in my he
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