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— Jennifer, please, smile at least today, — Claudia's voice was soft, but it carried a note of exhaustion, as though she had grown accustomed to her daughter's gloominess over the past month, even if she worried deeply about her sudden change. She deftly flipped pancakes in the pan, her gaze constantly flicking back to the young woman standing by the window.
Jennifer, dressed in a white tank top and a light pink skirt, stared at her mother without looking away. Her gaze was empty, as if she were looking not at Claudia's face but at some distant, unreachable reality.
Claudia let out a deep sigh, then suddenly forced a bright smile onto her face and said cheerfully:
— You know what? Tonight we’ll order pizza and have a movie night. Your favorite, with cheese-stuffed crust, I promise!
Jennifer smirked, but it came out strange—hollow and nervous. Her lips trembled, but her eyes remained cold. She lowered her gaze to her thin fingers, as if she still couldn’t believe they were hers and not someone else’s.
— How did you… — Jennifer froze, leaving the sentence unfinished. Her thin fingers curled into a fist, and her gaze darted back to Claudia, who had already turned away to flip another golden pancake. — How did you know that?
Claudia turned, a slight look of confusion crossing her face, but she quickly smiled again, trying to keep her tone light:
— Know what, sweetie? That you love pizza with bacon and cheese-stuffed crust? You’ve always loved that. — She looked at her daughter as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, as if it were a fact embedded in their shared reality. — Jenny, you’ve always loved it. Since you were a kid. You think I don’t remember things like that?
Jennifer tensed. Yes, bacon and cheese-stuffed crust had indeed been her favorite—well, his favorite. She remembered ordering that pizza just a month ago for her and Claudia. Back then, Claudia had been her wife, not… her mother. "A whole month," she thought with a sigh. It seemed like such a short time, yet to her, it was an eternity.
Just a month ago, she had been Stanley—a 35-year-old man who had stumbled across a strange website titled, "Want to change your life forever?"
He had clicked a few buttons, not even bothering to read the warnings, and typed the first thing that came to mind into the "Who do you want to be?" field—just out of curiosity. Then the system prompted him to upload a photo. Stanley chuckled and...