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Chapter 4: The Visit to Aunt Linda

Sarah changed her destination midway and drove to her Aunt Linda’s house on the other side of town. Linda was Clara’s younger sister, a woman who lived with a soft-spoken grace and a cluttered, warm home that smelled eternally of chamomile tea and old paper. When Linda opened her front door, wrapped in a knitted cardigan, she took one look at Sarah’s tired eyes and the white casserole dish in her hands, and immediately stepped aside.

"Come in, sweetheart," Linda said softly, taking the pie tin from Sarah’s arms and setting it on the entryway table. "Water kettle is already hot."

Sitting at the wooden kitchen table, Sarah finally let the tears fall, though they were quiet, restrained tears born of sheer exhaustion. She explained the entire evening to her aunt, leaving out none of the ugly details—the comment about the rolls, Mark’s sudden outburst, and the cold standoff at the front door. Linda listened without interrupting, gently pouring tea into two floral mugs and sliding one across the table toward her niece.

"Your mother has built a fortress around herself, Sarah," Linda said gently, wrapping her hands around her warm mug. "Ever since your father passed away, she uses criticism as a shield. If nothing is ever good enough, then no one can ever get close enough to hurt her. But she doesn't realize the walls she built to keep pain out are also keeping everyone else away."

"I love her, Aunt Linda, but I'm drowning," Sarah whispered, staring into the amber liquid of her tea. "Mark is a good man. He tries so hard, and it breaks my heart to see her chip away at his spirit piece by piece."

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"Then you need to stop letting her hold the measuring stick for your family," Linda advised firmly, reaching across the table to squeeze Sarah’s hand. "You cannot keep living your life trying to win a game where the rules change every time you get close to the finish line."

Sarah nodded slowly, feeling the truth of those words settle deep within her heart. It was time for a conversation that was long overdue.

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