I watched her walk away, a knot of worry settling in my chest.
An Arrival No One Expected
Three days later, as I locked the door to head to work, a deep honk echoed down our quiet street.
My heart raced.
A man in a tailored suit stepped out and approached me. His expression was serious but not unkind.
“Are you Kate?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said cautiously, gripping my keys.
“I’m looking for a woman named Margaret. She stayed here recently.”
My breath caught. “Is she all right?”
His face softened. “She’s my mother.”
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