She was at the kitchen counter, twisting her hair into a loose knot—the way she does when she’s trying to sound casual about something that actually matters.
Behind her, chaos unfolded as usual. One kid couldn’t find a shoe. Another was complaining about math homework. The baby was banging a spoon against the high chair tray.
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