Part 9: The Silence That Didn’t Win“Return of the Unnamed Mother”The tree of memory had roots that hummed.Claire could feel them beneath her house — threading under every floorboard, every tile.As if the home itself had become a vessel of voices.But that morning, something changed.The tree went silent.---Claire woke with a start.Elara — now fully both herself and Amara — sat still by the window.Her eyes weren't afraid.But they were distant. Alert.“They’re coming,” she whispered.“Who?”Elara pointed to the mirror above the old mantle.It had cracked in a perfect circle.Behind it: not a face.A shadow.---It wasn’t Clara.It wasn’t even the