Amelia leaned against her kitchen counter, phone tucked between her ear and shoulder while she scrolled through her messages. Diane was on the other end, her voice light but carrying that familiar warmth Amelia had missed for years.
“You’re still coming Saturday, right?” Amelia asked, double-checking her calendar.
“Of course,” Diane said. “Are you sure Kieran and Clara will be okay with it?”
Amelia frowned, glancing toward the living room where Kieran’s jacket was draped across the armrest. “Why wouldn’t they be? It’s just brunch.”
“I know,” Diane said carefully, “but things felt… tense last time.”
Amelia waved it off, even though Diane couldn’t see her. “Clara’s sweet. Once she gets used to you being around again, it’ll be fine. Trust me.”
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