“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.”

for the offer, Mrs. Lane. We’ll go over to your place in a

no need for the formalities. See you soon!” Grace chortled happily, elated that the younger

put his phone away and gave Sonia a resigned look. “Well, it looks

and pick out gifts for your

picked out an elegant cloak for Grace and a tasteful

always had close ties with the Reeds, and their relationship was more family than anything else. In particular, Grace had been best friends with Sonia’s mother. As far as Sonia was concerned, Grace was like a second mother to her,

before Charles and Sonia pulled up

the first time Sonia had dropped by in six years, though she noted that the house looked the same as it had before. As such, she did not

she heard the sound of the car pulling up. Her eyes lit up at the sight of Sonia,

Lane,” Sonia greeted with a

side and drawled sarcastically, “Don’t mind me, Mom.

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 hands in hers and

was somewhat amused by the remark. “No,

insisted. “Your face is all cheekbones

more slender than usual,” Sonia

Grace took her by the hand

entering the villa, Sonia noted that there was no one else at home but them,

buddies. No 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 wanting to know all that had happened to

nod and began to detail the life she had had with the Fullers, though

story. She slapped 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 treating you, Sonia. If you had told us, then we

as he bit into an

that she had kept mum about her abusive marriage wounded him, and the rage he felt never went away. That being said, he was less angry

outward concern, Sonia felt warmth course through her. Tears pricked her

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

gently prodded the younger

was frustrated, but she smiled good-naturedly as she wrapped the latter’s arm like an affectionate

at this gesture and smoothed Sonia’s hair with motherly

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

of her thoughts, and her eyes lit up with panic. She rose to her feet

in the pot, and thankfully, she made it in

glasses of juice over to Sonia and said, “Here you go, Sonia. Have some juice while you watch a bit of television; I’ll be in the

Lane.” Sonia nodded with a

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

out?” Charles blinked. He could hardly believe what he had just heard as he pointed at his nose. “Are you serious, Mom?

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