GELLER'S POV
As Emory and I approached the mansion, my steps slowed, my eyes narrowing on the figure standing by the front door. For a moment, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. The silhouette was so familiar, too familiar. Then it hit me, and I stopped dead in my tracks.
“Mom?” I called out, unsure if my eyes were deceiving me.
The figure turned, and my suspicions were confirmed. A warm smile spread across her face as she opened her arms wide. “Geller, sweetheart,” she greeted, pulling me into a tight hug. The scent of her familiar perfume washed over me, stirring memories I hadn’t visited in a while.
Still wrapped in her embrace, my confusion bubbled to the surface. Pulling back slightly, I frowned. “What brings you here?”
Her expression turned mock-hurt, her hand clutching
