3 septembre 2026

Last Thursday felt like all the others

That’s when I heard the knocking.

Three gentle taps on the front door.

I froze.

It was late. The kind of late where nothing good ever shows up unannounced.

Then came the voice.

Soft. Small. Shaking.

“Mom… it’s me.”

The cloth slipped from my fingers and hit the floor.

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