-Anastasia-
I wasn’t sure how I felt sitting in front of the older woman in the living room, sipping coffee and enjoying snacks. This was unfamiliar territory for me. I felt strange not being the one to complete tasks around the house. Instead, I now sat here, while Quinn’s mother served us food and drinks. As I sipped my coffee slowly, a calm energy spread between us, while a small clock further away ticked. The spacious living room seemed to amplify the silence, making the ticking clock audible.
I didn’t know what to say. I had broken down in front of her, yet she didn’t seem to mind. She simply stroked my hair and calmed me until I felt strong enough to come down here. Should I thank her? Express my appreciation for the hug? I felt unsure and remained quiet while she smiled at me.
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