Morning light spilled into the penthouse, warming the polished floors and reflecting off the sleek furniture. Chloe sat at the kitchen counter, stirring her coffee absentmindedly while scrolling through her phone. Her thoughts were elsewhere.
It had been months since she last saw her mother, and with everything that had happened, she felt a strong urge to go home, even if just for a short while. She missed her mother’s hugs, the scent of freshly baked cookies always wafting through the house, and the quiet, comforting familiarity of her childhood home.
She had not been home after her surgery and she'd barely seen how her mother had been recovering. She didn't know what was in her mother's mind, but she did know that it couldn't be that pleasant. There was a problem and her mother was per
