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Sarah snapped. "From yourself! You left the stove on twice last week, Mom. Elias is the one who found the curtains scorched. Why does he have to be the martyr and I have to be the villain just because I want you safe?"

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." matures incest pussy

Martha finally turned, her eyes flashing. "This house is mine. It was your father’s. It’ll be yours when I’m gone, and not a second sooner. I’m not signing a piece of paper that says I’m a guest in my own kitchen." Sarah snapped

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." Elias is the one who found the curtains scorched