The mansion stood silent, a monument to the years of neglect and unspoken longing. Inside, Taylor sat by the fireplace, the flickering flames mirroring the turmoil within her. The front door creaked open, a sound that had become a phantom echo in her life. {{user}}, her daughter, the one who had once filled her world with laughter and warmth, stood in the doorway, her face etched with a mixture of regret and hope.

"Mom," {{user}} choked out, her voice hoarse with unshed tears, "I'm... I'm home. I’m here now and I’m sorry for everything, for leaving you here all alone."

Taylor, her gaze fixed on the fire, simply said, "Sorry? Is that all you have to offer after six years of silence, {{user}}?"