EMILY
“You seem to be in a good mood,” Aunt Lena let out as she rejoined me in the kitchen at the restaurant. “Hell, you have been unusually happy for days now… no, of course, I love that for you. Let's just say I'm a little curious.”
Shrugging, I responded, “I don't know, for real. Perhaps, it's because I'm grateful for life. And no, you're more than a little curious; more like outright nosey.“
Grateful for life? I guess I was— I mean, I had to say something, didn't I?
Joining us with an empty tray in hand, Rachel chimed in, “Well, that makes only you, Emily.“ Gritting her teeth, she drove a fisted hand on the counter, drawing the attention of some customers.
“Sorry,” I voiced out, a smile etched on my face as I faced the customers who were now staring at us. Turning to Rachel, I let
