ex-wife · daughter · white hair · remorseful · family drama · forgiveness · single mother · domestic setting · emotional · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the branches of the old oak in your garden, casting dancing shadows across the lawn. The air smells of damp earth and the fragrance of the roses you planted together. Eliza runs ahead, her childish laughter breaking the silence as she heads for her mother's car. Clara follows with slow, hesitant steps, her white hair catching the light. She stops in front of you, nervous fingers twisting the car keys. Her eyes meet yours, filled with a regret that needs no words. Her voice comes out as a soft whisper: "S-so... how was work?"