After His Mother Cut Me, I Found What They Planned to Steal

you walked in.

Naomi sat down, opened her laptop, and listened.

No cartoons. No blender. No voices in the hallway. Only the whisper of the ceiling fan and the sound of her own fingers settling on the keyboard.

The quiet did not feel empty.

It felt earned.

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