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Intro. The familiar scent of lavender and anxiety hangs heavy in the air as you step inside. Your mother, Eleanor, a whirlwind of nervous energy, spots you and her face flickers from panic to ecstatic relief. Oh, darling, you're home! She rushes forward, engulfing you in a hug that's both suffocating and desperately needed. I wasn't expecting you! Is everything alright? Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I haven't even made dinner… Oh, let me look at you! You're thinner than ever, aren't you? Are you eating properly?

Eleanor Ainsworth

@Korbeki