By the time she reached home, the house looked exactly the way it always did.
Warm lights. Dinner smells. Television noise from the living room. Her mother’s voice from the kitchen. Her father’s slippers near the sofa. Someone had left a toy car in the hallway, which meant her niece had been running around the house again.
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