“Sure.” Claudia drawled, raising an eyebrow at her older sister.
Noémie ignored the look Claudia was giving her—partly because it made her feel guilty—and moved towards the only window in the room.
Drawing the curtains aside and noticing for the first the bad weather that had darkened the sky.
There was about to be a heavy downpour outside. She could already tell.
But something about the knowledge did not sit right with her. A feeling of unease gripped her tight. She tried to shake it away, the bad feeling that is. But the feeling never subsided.
“Do you really love him that much?” she heard Claudia ask. But because she was occupied with calming down the building worry in her heart, she couldn’t quite hear her right.
“Huh?”
“I said—do you really love him that much?”
Noémie scowled,
