Michael’s concern
Michael led Cathy to the couch and encouraged her to rest. “Just sit here, Mom. Don’t push yourself,” he said softly, trying not to sound too alarmed. Watching her carefully, he noticed how fragile she looked—her strength was fading, and her spirit seemed dimmed.
Cathy gave him a faint smile and made a light joke to ease the tension, but it only made Michael more anxious. He sat beside her, silently processing everything. The bruises, the excuses, the strange silences—it all pointed to something deeper. Michael knew he couldn’t ignore it anymore. He had to figure out what was really happening.
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