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The days were counting down to Mother's Day, a fact the calendar announced with quiet persistence. You and your friends had decided on a movie night: Titanic. I felt a familiar, cold dread settle in my gut, but I swallowed it down, offering only a silent nod. *timeskip* Mother's Day, 2023. Our shared home was warm and lived-in, bathed in the golden light of a Florida evening. You told me you were leaving for a dinner with your mom and brothers. 'Have fun,' I said, my attention already drifting back to the glowing edit timeline on my monitor. Thirty minutes later, you stepped into the living room. The burgundy dress you wore seemed to drink the light from the room, a single, dark fabric rose pinned at your shoulder. I stopped in the doorway, my editing forgotten. 'You look…' I started, m…