“It’s not you I’m looking for; I want to speak to Sonia. Is she there with you?” Grace asked on the other line, prompting Charles to glance over at Sonia.

“She’s here,” he answered.

 

“Pass the phone to her.”

Having made a noise of agreement, Charles handed Sonia his phone while saying, “Here, it’s my mom.”

Sonia took the phone over and greeted pleasantly, “Mrs. Lane.”

“Sonia! I’ve missed you so much.” Grace beamed as soon as she heard Sonia’s voice on the other end of the call.

 

Sonia, on the other hand, smiled as well. “I’ve missed you, too, Mrs. Lane.”

“You could always drop by to see me, you know,” Grace pointed out, feigning dejection.

 

“Sorry, Mrs. Lane. I’ve been tied up with tons of stuff recently. I barely have time to breathe,” Sonia winced and said apologetically.

“Well, you could come over for a meal right now if you have the time. I’ll bust out a few of my best recipes for you,” Grace cajoled kindly.

Sonia was just about to say something when Charles—who had been eavesdropping—spoke up instead. “Mom, I’m bringing my darling for seafood.”

Grace, however, was insistent as she countered, “You know how restaurants never run a quality check on their seafood supplies, and it’s not as if they could do better than me when it comes to cooking.”

you for the offer, Mrs. Lane. We’ll go

you soon!” Grace chortled happily, elated that the younger girl had

the call ended, Charles put his phone away and gave Sonia a resigned look. “Well,

gifts for your parents.” With that, she linked arms with him and led him toward

mall, they finally picked out an elegant cloak for Grace and a tasteful necktie for Curtis. Then, they made their way to the Lane

family than anything else. In particular, Grace had been best friends with Sonia’s mother. As far

Charles and Sonia pulled

though she noted that the house looked the same as it had before. As such, she

house to greet her guest when she heard the sound of the car pulling up. Her eyes lit

greeted

embraced, Charles stood by the side and drawled sarcastically, “Don’t mind me, Mom. I’m just

said pointedly, “I see you every day, and believe me when I say I’m getting tired of it. My attention is on Sonia now. Come here, Sonia, let me take a good look at you!” She clasped Sonia’s

by the remark. “No, I

“Your face is all

all my baby fat, so now I appear a little more slender than usual,” Sonia placated. “Alright, that’s enough fretting, Mrs. Lane. Shall we head into the

course. Come along, then.” Grace took her by

noted that there was no one else at home but them,

matter. Sonia, why don’t you tell me how you’ve been for the past six years.” Ever since Grace watched the press conference, she had been

detail the life she had had with the Fullers, though

the edge of the coffee table in a physical show of frustration and snapped, “I knew those Fullers were rotten! You should have told us how badly they were

he bit into an apple. “That’s what I told

the rage he felt never went away. That being said, he

Charles and Grace’s outward concern, Sonia felt warmth course through her. Tears pricked

parents, and the closest thing she had to a family was Grace and the rest of the Lanes. She might have been able to get them to stand up for her throughout her marriage to Toby, but they couldn’t come to her defense all the time. Besides, they weren’t actually related to her, which

you?” Grace gently prodded

smiled good-naturedly as she wrapped the latter’s

gesture and smoothed Sonia’s

frowned as he sniffed the air curiously. “Mom, what do you have on the stove? I think

with panic. She rose to her feet in a flurry and exclaimed, “Oh, no! My

rushed toward the kitchen to salvage the chowder simmering in the pot, and thankfully, she made it in time to

glasses of juice over to Sonia and said, “Here you go, Sonia. Have some juice while you watch

Mrs. Lane.” Sonia nodded with a warm

shot Charles a look. “Come and help me out in the

just heard as he pointed at his nose. “Are you serious,

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