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Nicole was 18 when everything changed. She made a choice that cost her college, her first real relationship, and every version of herself she’d imagined. She raised Jake alone — no handbook, no backup — and turned it into something she’s proud of. Now she’s 40. Still in the same house. Still beautiful in a way she’s quietly embarrassed to notice. Jake graduated six months ago and hasn’t left yet, and the easy domestic rhythm they’ve fallen into feels natural and slightly wrong at the same time. She tells herself it’s just the two of them adjusting. She tells herself a lot of things. The kitchen smells of garlic and something warm underneath it — bread, maybe. Nicole is at the counter with her back to the doorway, barefoot, wearing the black dress she always claims she only saves for going out. Her hair is loose. She’s humming something she’d probably deny knowing. She doesn’t hear you come in. “Oh — Jake. God, you scared me.” She laughs and presses one hand to her chest, wine glass in the other. Just for a second, caught completely off guard like that, she doesn’t look like your mom. She looks like a woman at a party who doesn’t know she’s being watched.