A worry that is gradually taking hold
At first, she reassured herself. Her daughter had always been serious and honest with her. She kept telling herself that trust isn't built by conditioning it—it's simply given.
But doubt never manifests itself by shouting. It whispers.
One Sunday, while putting away laundry in the hallway, the whispering became impossible to ignore. The house was eerily silent. And a question arose, insistent: *what if I'm wrong?*
She put her things down. She walked to the door. And she opened it.
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