A concerned voice
“A red, heart-shaped stain?” her mother repeated, her tone suddenly serious. There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the line. Kate waited patiently for her mother to start talking again. “Kate, that’s impossible. It can’t be hers.” Her mother’s voice wavered, a mix of disbelief and concern. Kate could sense that her mother was trying to process the information, struggling to find an explanation for something that didn’t seem possible.
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