By the time Becka finally stood to leave, it was a few minutes after midnight.
Neither woman had realized how much time had passed. The notes, the questions, and the memories had slowly consumed the evening until the glowing numbers on the microwave clock finally demanded attention.
12:07 a.m.
Lizzy blinked.
"How is it midnight?"
Becka glanced toward the clock and immediately groaned.
"Oh, that's not good."
Despite everything, Lizzy laughed.
"You were literally the one telling me not to stay up late."
"I know."
"And you've been sitting here for four hours."
"I know."
The older woman pointed accusingly toward the stack of notes.
"This is your fault."
"My fault?"
"Absolutely."
Lizzy shook her head.
"I invited you over."
"And then you kept asking questions."
"You kept answe
