(She had kept it, but Lucretia had unthinkingly moved it to the bathroom. It's underneath of the sink, and filled with cleaning supplies.
She listens attentively, leaning back into the couch and flipping her hand over automatically to hold Beverly's properly. It's so soothing, to watch her speak. To be sitting on the couch with her, watching her tell a story, when Lucretia had thought that all of this were over. The raw hurt of being left so abruptly is already starting to heal over just from having her close again.
If only her subject matter were as nice.) That's horrible, (she mutters. Imagine finally discovering your kin, only to be met with... that.) What did he do? Did you manage to make contact with them at all?
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She listens attentively, leaning back into the couch and flipping her hand over automatically to hold Beverly's properly. It's so soothing, to watch her speak. To be sitting on the couch with her, watching her tell a story, when Lucretia had thought that all of this were over. The raw hurt of being left so abruptly is already starting to heal over just from having her close again.
If only her subject matter were as nice.) That's horrible, (she mutters. Imagine finally discovering your kin, only to be met with... that.) What did he do? Did you manage to make contact with them at all?