As they turned the corner into the corridor the sharp blues of her eyes landed on Fran. A mixture of nausea and emotion curled together, grief, regret, anger, sadness, joy and relief all mixed together that she couldn’t speak to greet her sister until her hands slid into Fran’s.
She took a moment to collect herself though, the comment one she’d often heard but hadn’t taken seriously. Not from strangers. Hearing it from her family cut differently, gave her pause.
Franny,her voice quavered a moment before she huffed, smiling slightly.
Two inches taller doesn’t make me grown up.
She took a moment to collect herself though, the comment one she’d often heard but hadn’t taken seriously. Not from strangers. Hearing it from her family cut differently, gave her pause.
Yeah… I see her in the mirror sometimes. Then I hear dad.Her lips curled with soft amusement and nodding, she’d join her sister inside.
How is Byron? I don’t think I made a good impression on him during our last family dinner.There had been a lot of bickering well before Albert had come in with his box, springing their father out as if some jack-in-a-box.
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