Eleanor
I had just barely recovered from Sophie’s last question when she tilted her head, eyes narrowing in deep, serious thought.
That should have been my warning.
Because then, her entire face lit up, like she had just figured out the meaning of life, and with all the confidence of a child who fully believed she had just solved the greatest mystery in the world, she beamed up at me and declared,
“Then Uncle Nathan should marry you!”
I almost choke again at this point, and it was not even on food or even on water. Just on existence itself.
The chatter around the room went dead silent, this time, even Gary couldn't do any of his snicker and stuff.
But unlike the previous silences, this one felt heavier. More loaded. As if time itself had paused just to let those words sink in.
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