After Lunch

As the lunch wound down, the conversation trailed into silence. Plates cleared and glasses half-empty, Yvonne and Micheal exchanged a quiet glance, their mutual resolve to part from Rebecca finally surfacing.

They stood up, ready to say their goodbyes, when Rebecca reached across the table. Her hand, trembling slightly, moved toward Yvonne’s with a mix of hesitation and hope. But before she could make contact, Micheal’s hand shot out, swatting hers away with an almost defensive aggression that startled everyone.

Rebecca's face froze, caught somewhere between shock and hurt. For a brief, tense moment, silence hung heavy in the air as Yvonne and Micheal exchanged looks, Yvonne’s eyes widening, a faint apology simmering there. Finally, Rebecca swallowed, regaining her composure, though her expression now seemed more fragile than before.

She took a breath, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked at Yvonne, "Please, just… tell me. What are they like? The twins."

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