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Joanne stared at nothing as she sipped on her coffee, the distant sound of her pup and niece playing just an unregistered buzz in her ears.
"Jo?" Before she perceived the identity of the speaker, she registered the wariness in her voice. It was time to amplify the façade she was putting up.
Joanne looked up at the speaker standing right beside her, a lone tear trickling down her cheek. It was Olivia, whose eyes softened as soon as she saw the tear her best friend had shed. It was way too easy to fool these people!
"What are you doing here?" She asked, sitting down next to her on the patio.
Joanne held up her coffee, not saying a word.
"Hmm.. And how are you feeling?" She continued.
Joanne wanted to roll her eyes; she had had to answer the same questions a w
