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The tension in the room was a living thing, woven from decades of "unspoken" things. Elias was the 'reliable' son—the one who stayed in their hometown, handled the taxes, and checked the roof after storms. Sarah was the 'runner,' the one who disappeared to the city for years, only returning now because their mother’s forgetfulness had turned from charming to dangerous.

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"Protection from what? My own children?" Martha’s voice cracked. The tension in the room was a living

Martha looked between them, her bravado suddenly failing. She looked small against the backdrop of the oversized kitchen. "I just don't want to be a ghost yet," she whispered. Martha finally turned, her eyes flashing

"It's about protection, not permission," Elias said softly, though he knew the logic wouldn't land.