The doubt that slowly creeps in
At first, she had convinced herself that this calmness was a good sign. Her daughter had always been responsible and transparent. She kept telling herself that trust is given, not negotiated….@@@
But doubt doesn’t shout. It whispers.
One Sunday, while folding laundry in the hallway, the murmur became too loud to ignore. The house was strangely quiet. And the question arose: *What if I’m on the wrong track?*
She put down her laundry. She walked to the door. And she opened it.
