LILIYA I went into the kitchen to set everything up. There was a cook here, too. She was younger than Cecilia, actually just a little bit above my age. She smiled at me when I entered the rather smaller kitchen, but her smile wasn't as warm or comforting as Cecilia's. It was painful to remember how much we had drifted apart—Cecilia and I. She was like the mother I never got to enjoy, and I had allowed her to slip off my hands like that. It was not like she wasn't speaking with me anymore, but it was now very obvious that our bond wasn't there anymore. I missed her so much, and I knew she would have jumped with joy if I asked her to join on this trip; that is, if we were still on good terms. Looking at all these, though, would I choose Cecilia over my husband? That would be a big, fat no. I loved Ceci, but never more than… Wait, what? I shook my head as if to shake away the weird thoughts I was having, then proceeded to meet the cook by the counter. While walking over to where sh
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