As lunchtime approached, I knew I had to face it, to step out from behind the safety of my computer screen.
My mother was in the living room, her attention fixed on a book, the picture of calm.
I hesitated in the doorway, my heart pounding with the weight of unspoken words.
“Mom,” I called softly, breaking the silence.
She looked up, her expression neutral, but I could see the flicker of something in her eyes.
It was time to talk, to try and bridge the chasm that had widened between us.
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