The silence that followed was deafening. Elias looked at his hands. He had stayed for his mother, yes—but a part of him knew she was right. He had used her needs as an anchor because he was terrified of the open sea Sarah had braved.
Elias stood up and moved to the sink, taking the charred pan from her. "You’re not a ghost, Ma. But we can’t keep pretending the house isn't haunted." matures incest pussy
"You’re late," she said. It was her standard greeting, a way of staking a claim on his time before he could even offer it. The silence that followed was deafening
The back door creaked open, and Sarah stepped in, smelling of damp earth and menthols. She saw Elias and offered a tight, weary smile. "The lawyer called," she said, bypassing small talk. "The house needs to be in a trust, Ma. We talked about this." He had used her needs as an anchor