"Oh, I don't..." Zoe laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I guess my taste buds have a mind of their own now. I mean, it's been years."
She looked away for a second, then tried to change her voice to something softer and fragile. "After what I've been through, Amaya, you can't expect me to stay the same."
Amaya gently stroked Zoe's hair, with her eyes filled with concern. "It's okay, Ali. I’m just glad you're here. Come on, let’s sit down."
They both sank into the large couch in the living room. Zoe crossed her legs while Amaya sat close, still staring at her like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
"I’m sorry," Amaya said, still staring. "It all feels so unreal, after three years? And now you’re sitting right here with me. I mean, I’m happy, really happy
