Chapter 5:Meeting an Old Friend

The crisp morning air was invigorating as Clara stepped outside, her breath forming soft clouds in the chill. The garden, with its well-manicured paths and vibrant blooms, stretched out before her like a lush, inviting canvas. Mark was already waiting by the garden gate, a gentle smile on his face as he adjusted his jogging gear. "Morning, Clara," he greeted, his voice warm. "Ready for our walk?" Clara nodded, a sense of anticipation mingling with the slight unease that still clung to her. "Yes, I'm ready. Let's go." They began their walk along the winding paths of the garden, the crunch of gravel underfoot and the rustle of leaves creating a soothing rhythm. The garden was alive with color, the flowers blooming in vibrant reds, yellows, and purples, and the gentle hum of bees added a serene soundtrack to their stroll. As they rounded a bend in the path, Clara's eyes caught sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of her vision. The woman was standing near a flowerbed, her posture relaxed as she chatted with two children—one a young boy, the other a teenage girl. The older woman had an unmistakable aura of warmth, and Clara felt a pang of recognition. "Mark," Clara said, her voice filled with quiet urgency. "I think I saw someone I know. Can we go over there?" Mark glanced at her, a bit puzzled but compliant. "Sure, let's see who it is." They walked over, and as they drew closer, Clara's heart skipped a beat. The woman's features became clearer, and she confirmed her suspicion—it was Linda. The same Linda she had known from before— her best friend in her past life, though it seemed that in this life, Linda didn't recognize her. Clara approached with a friendly smile, the sight of Linda bringing a sense of familiarity she desperately needed. Linda looked up, her expression shifting from casual to curious as she noticed Clara and Mark approaching. "Linda?" Clara called out, her voice tinged with hopeful recognition. Linda's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she gave a polite smile. "Yes, that's me. How can I help you?" Clara stopped a few feet away, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Hi, Linda. I'm Clara. I hope this isn't too forward, but I thought I recognized you. I used to know someone named Linda, and you look just like her." Linda's face softened with a warm smile. "Oh, really? That's interesting. I don't think we've met before, but it's nice to meet you, Clara." As Clara and Linda exchanged pleasantries, the two children with Linda—a teenage girl and a younger boy—gazed up with curiosity. Clara couldn't help but notice the affectionate way Linda interacted with them, a subtle hint of pride in her voice as she spoke. "Are these your children?" Clara asked, her gaze moving from Linda to the kids. Linda nodded. "Yes, this is Emily, my daughter, and Ben, my son. We live just in the next compound. It's nice to meet you and your husband, Clara." Clara's heart warmed at the thought of forming a new connection. "I'd love to get to know you better. Perhaps we could visit each other sometime? It would be nice to have a friend nearby." Linda's smile widened. "That sounds wonderful. We're always up for meeting new people." With a mutual agreement, Clara and Mark continued their walk, feeling a sense of renewal. ——— Three days later, Linda arrived at Clara's house for their first visit. Clara welcomed her warmly, guiding her to the living room where they could sit comfortably. The house was filled with soft light and the calming scent of fresh flowers, creating a welcoming atmosphere. As they settled into their seats, Clara broached the topic that had been on her mind. "Linda, I've been meaning to ask you about your experience with parenthood. I know it might seem a bit unusual, especially since I'm already dealing with triplets, but I'm genuinely interested in hearing about your journey." Linda looked a bit taken aback but then chuckled softly. "You're right, it does seem a bit ironic, considering your situation. But I'd be happy to share my experiences. Every parent's journey is unique, and I think we can always learn something from each other." The conversation flowed easily as Linda shared stories about her children—challenges, joys, and the unexpected moments that came with raising them. Clara listened intently, absorbing every detail. The warmth in Linda's voice and the honesty in her stories resonated deeply with Clara. As the hours passed, the two women found themselves deep in conversation, discovering common ground and shared experiences. Clara felt a sense of connection that was both comforting and enlightening. By the time Linda prepared to leave, the afternoon sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the garden. Clara felt a newfound sense of contentment. The friendship with Linda was not just a distraction but a meaningful connection that helped her navigate her current life. "Thank you for coming over, Linda," Clara said as she saw her out. "I really enjoyed our talk. I'm looking forward to getting to know you even better." Linda smiled warmly. "Likewise, Clara. I'm glad we met. I think we're going to be great friends." As Clara closed the door behind Linda, she felt a sense of hope and renewal. The garden and the house were beginning to feel less like a maze and more like a place where new friendships and connections could blossom. The past might still be a mystery, but the present was filled with possibilities. And with that, Clara embraced the evening, feeling a little more at home in her new life.

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