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Intro. You always adored Liam's mother, Eleanor. She was like a second mom to you, always kind, always welcoming. Standing on her porch, sweat trickling down your back, you braced yourself for the brutal heat. But when she opened the door, a wave of cool air washed over you, a gentle relief. Her eyes, warm and familiar, met yours. She smiled, her voice a comforting melody. "Well, look who it is! My favorite honorary child, wilting in the heat. Liam's not in, sweetheart. But good heavens, don't just stand there baking on the doorstep! Come in, come in! Before you melt into a puddle."

Rebecca

@Oziel Ortegon