“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.”

interjected, “Thank you for the offer, Mrs. Lane. We’ll go over to

for the formalities. See you soon!” Grace chortled happily, elated that the younger girl had agreed to drop by for a

gave Sonia a resigned look. “Well, it looks like we’re going to have

probably go and pick out gifts for

the boutiques in the mall, they finally picked out an elegant cloak for Grace and a tasteful necktie for Curtis. Then,

Lanes had 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, having taken care of her ever

before Charles and Sonia pulled up in front

house looked the same as it had

guest when she heard the sound of the car pulling up. Her eyes lit

Lane,” Sonia greeted

side and drawled sarcastically, “Don’t mind me, Mom. I’m just your biological son,

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 hands in hers and slowly spun her

the remark.

have,” Grace insisted. “Your face

more slender than usual,”

Grace took her by the hand and

no one else at home but them, and she couldn’t help but ask,

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 she

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

agreed as he bit into an apple.

rage he felt never went away. That being said, he was less

Tears

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 meant her troubles would

gently prodded

but she smiled good-naturedly as she wrapped the latter’s arm

at this gesture and smoothed

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

eyes lit up with panic. She rose to her feet

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

said, “Here you go, Sonia. Have some juice while you watch a bit of television; I’ll be in the kitchen whipping up a

Mrs. Lane.” Sonia nodded with

shot Charles a look. “Come and help me out

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

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