Sylvie froze for half a second when she saw her. Her mother, Amelia.
It wasn’t dramatic, it was just that brief pause.
Amelia turned her head slowly, her gaze landing on her daughter.
"Mom?" Sylvie exclaimed again
"Sylvie."
Her name left Amelia’s mouth softly, almost cautiously, as if she wasn’t entirely sure how close to step yet.
Sylvie blinked once, then twice. And then all the questions she’d apparently been holding back for months tumbled out at once.
"When did you get back?" she asked quickly, walking closer without realizing it. "How did you get back? I mean Why didn’t you call me? When did you arrive, today or yesterday? Are you staying long or..."
"Sylvie," Amelia interrupted with a small laugh, lifting a hand. "Slow down. One question at a time."
Sylvie stopped talking
