"She once had a child?" I thought to myself and my body stiffened a bit. Surely never expected that update.
When could this have happened? Was it during those three interminable years when she had vanished without a trace? But despite the amount of questions I had, I still tried to act composed and I schooled my expression into one of indifference.
I focused on the almost invisible ripples forming on the surface of my coffee as I slowly stirred the steaming liquid.
"I don't want to hear it," I said flatly with nonchalance.
To be honest, I was mostly not interested in hearing a*********s about her murky past even though at some point before, I used to be interested in it. What purpose would it serve to dredge up all of those stories anyway?
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