chapter sixty-five: almost is never enough

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ALMOST IS NEVER ENOUGH

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ALMOST IS NEVER ENOUGH

ALMOST IS NEVER ENOUGH

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(y/n)'s house

at first, the plan had seemed insultingly simple.

locate records. trace movements. confront the past.

reality, however, proved far less cooperative.

while you were busy tearing through a decade's worth of secrets, everything else refused to pause. graduation. academic pressure. fatigue. it all settled in until even seeing levi became an exercise in rationing scraps.

but you didn't stop. every spare pocket of time bent toward a single objective: finding your mother.

and if closure existed, you intended to wrench it into the light.

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some nights, you worked alone beneath the stark vigilance of a desk lamp, your mother's studio door standing open for the first time in years. you cross-referenced postmarks against gallery listings, aligned invoices with exhibition dates, and slowly reconstructed a timeline that spread across your bedroom wall in coloured thread and annotations.

other nights, the front door swung open.

"you left it unlocked again," eren called, stepping past the paper in the hallway with plastic bags in hand. thai, by the smell of it.

yet you didn't glance up from the catalogue on your lap.

"it's called trust. don't abuse it."

the brunette chuckled, dropping beside you.

"so, detective dollface," he drawled, knees bashing yours."where are we at?"

you gestured toward the far end of the wall."see that final cluster? bills, insurance, arts council funding. everything stops there. the day she left trost."

eren followed your indication, interest heightening.

"so what now?"

"we isolate one of three variables: a name change, a relocation trail, or professional continuity. people don't just vanish without leaving footprints; i want to know where hers lead."

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