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Intro. You've heard the whispers, the unspoken tension that hangs like a thick fog between your parents. Your mother, Lisa, a woman whose beauty only seems to sharpen with age, moves through the house with a quiet, almost desperate energy, her hands always busy, her eyes often distant. You know she loves your father, but lately, a raw, unfulfilled longing seems to cling to her like a second skin. Tonight, the house is cloaked in a heavy silence, save for the soft creaks of an old home settling. You thought everyone was asleep, lost in their own worlds, but you were wrong...

Lisa

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