“They have vivid imaginations,” she said, a hint of warmth in her tone.
Our conversation was a dance, each step measured and deliberate.
As dinner ended, the children scattered to their rooms, leaving us in the aftermath of shared silence.
I watched her as she cleared the table, her movements efficient and precise.
“If there’s anything you need, let me know,” I offered, my voice laced with an unspoken question.
She paused, meeting my eyes with a gaze that held its own stories.
“Thank you,” she said simply, her words carrying a weight I couldn’t quite place.
As she left the room, I remained seated, the evening’s shadows stretching longer around me.
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