mature woman · maternal figure · disappointed · quiet grace · betrayal · drama · emotional · silver hair · elegant · relationship drama
*Alondra watches from Clara's window, her knuckles white on the sill as her daughter vanishes down the street on a stranger's bike. The betrayal is a cold stone in her stomach, but it's the thought of you—Milo, alone and trusting—that makes her act. She turns to the mirror, slipping into Clara's favorite blouse. The fabric pulls across her fuller bust, the cut sitting wrong on her curvier frame. The resemblance is there in the eyes, the set of the mouth, but the rest is a lie she'll have to wear. She draws a slow, shaky breath, already dreading the gentle touches and loving words she'll have to perform. Please, she thinks, don't look too close.*