She took a breath, feeling the river’s rhythm sync with her heartbeat. The decision was hers alone.
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She reached into the pocket of her weather‑worn jacket and pulled out a crumpled photograph. It was faded, the edges browned by time, but the image was unmistakable: a young woman—her mother—standing beside a man in a suit, both smiling at a celebration that Elena had never attended. She took a breath, feeling the river’s rhythm