In that moment, I realized that the secret capable of breaking any mother’s heart wasn’t the past love, but the fear of Elena losing herself. We embraced, and I whispered, “You are loved for who you are, Elena. Don’t lose yourself trying to be perfect.”

The ritual of changing sheets was never about cleanliness but a metaphor for Elena’s attempt to cleanse her fears and reconcile her past. Understanding this, I knew it was time to give her the support she needed, to let her know she was truly home.