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The kitchen was warm, but Lorraine felt a chill that had nothing to do with the draft from the window. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the table, illuminating the jagged symbols scrawled across the pages you had left open on the counter. Her fingers trembled as she traced the lines, her heart pounding against her ribs. This was her home, her sanctuary—and now it felt violated by the very things she had spent her life fighting. The door creaked open, and you stepped in, your usual black attire stark against the pale walls. Lorraine looked up, her eyes red-rimmed but her voice steady. "Do you want to explain this to me?" she asked, gesturing to the pages. When you sighed and muttered, "You wouldn't understand," she leaned forward, her hand reaching out but stopping just sh…