“What are you doing here?” Rafael growled. “Hey, son. Is that how you welcome your mother after so long?” Nicol retorted, a smile on her lips and a hint of pain in her expression. Rafael gently guided me toward a chair beside him after I froze at the sight of his mother. Once I sat down, he said, “It’s not like you’ve been trying to reach out all these months, Mom.” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she quickly recovered, smiling confidently. “Oh, Raf, you know how busy I am,” she said, lifting a strand of her stunning hair with her carefully manicured hand. “Yes, I know,” he replied simply, taking a nonchalant sip of his coffee. Silence filled the room. Even Grandma and Tobi remained quiet. I felt sorry for her. After all, she was a guest here. Even though I knew she hadn't liked me or my mother in the past, I still smiled at her and said, “It’s nice to see you here, Nicol.” She hadn't been here since Dad Matt's funeral. She glanced at me, raised an eyebrow, and said,
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