Olivia
The kitchen is finally quiet. The hum of the fridge is the only thing making this place have life now, After the clinging of cutleries, the chatter in the room a few moments before. I have cleared the dishes, wiped the counter twice. Anything to keep my hands busy. And now I am standing at the sink letting the water run down my palms longer then it needs to.
Dinner was nice… there was a calmness with the way the dinner flowed. No underlying tension. Rebecca seemed lighter, more like herself than I have seen her in a long time. She hasn’t brought anyone home in years. Not since the divorce. Not since she built that wall around herself and decided it was safer to keep everyone out. My sweet little Rebeca. Always trying to be strong for everybody.
I didn’t ask her anything. I nev
