Return Of The Killer Ex-Wife
I asked softly, my voice filled with genuine concern and a hint of fear.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing the urgency of my question. She took a shaky breath, her tears still flowing but now more controlled, allowing her to speak. The sound of her breathing, ragged and uneven, filled the silence between us, each exhale a whispered confession of her pain.
“Why am I crying?” Mom raised her tear-streaked eyes to meet mine, her gaze heavy with sorrow and frustration.
Her eyes, usually so vibrant and full of life, now looked dull and tired, as if they carried the weight of countless sleepless nights. The lines on her face, deepened by worry and heartache, told a story
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