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“That’s not Mom.”

“I love you,” she said. “Both of you.” goodnight mommy 1

Not the way a scratch or a mosquito bite itches—not a surface thing. This was deep, a slow crawl beneath the gauze, like tiny legs moving along the seam where her skin used to be. Lukas wanted to scratch it for her. He always did. But Elias held his wrist under the table. “That’s not Mom

And the way she said it—like a line from a script she’d found in the attic—made Lukas think of the barn. Of the jars of water in the cellar. Of the way she’d stopped using their names. Lukas wanted to scratch it for her

Don’t.

She sat across from them, eating soup with small, precise movements. The spoon clicked against her teeth each time—too loud, too regular. A metronome counting down to something.

“You’re staring,” she said. But her voice was wrong. Flat. Like someone had recorded their mother’s voice on old tape and was playing it back at half-speed.

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“That’s not Mom.”

“I love you,” she said. “Both of you.”

Not the way a scratch or a mosquito bite itches—not a surface thing. This was deep, a slow crawl beneath the gauze, like tiny legs moving along the seam where her skin used to be. Lukas wanted to scratch it for her. He always did. But Elias held his wrist under the table.

And the way she said it—like a line from a script she’d found in the attic—made Lukas think of the barn. Of the jars of water in the cellar. Of the way she’d stopped using their names.

Don’t.

She sat across from them, eating soup with small, precise movements. The spoon clicked against her teeth each time—too loud, too regular. A metronome counting down to something.

“You’re staring,” she said. But her voice was wrong. Flat. Like someone had recorded their mother’s voice on old tape and was playing it back at half-speed.