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The scent of lilies filled the air, a potent perfume that usually delighted Clara. But today, the fragrance felt overwhelming, suffocating. She stood in the kitchen, staring at the bouquet sitting on the table. No card. Just the beautiful white blooms, a baffling gift in a morning filled with an unspoken disappointment.

She considered calling her sister, then her mother, then even the florist, but the effort felt insurmountable. Instead, she slowly unwrapped the cellophane, her movements sluggish, like wading through water. A single tear traced a path down her cheek, leaving a glistening streak on her skin.

She poured herself a cup of tea, the clinking of the ceramic cup echoing in the quiet kitchen. She sat there with the beautiful flowers, lost in thought.