Mine
She often tries to strike up a conversation with Kimberly to make her feel at home, in the end, she only earns nods and short replies from the latter who was always lost in her thoughts.
Kimberly was having coffee in the living room with Christine, as that was the only thing she accepted from the older woman without any complaint. Her thoughts were still about Roy, no matter how hard she tried to fight it, it always wandered back to him.
Why was she growing a sudden interest for this stranger?
“Christine?... Why does he live alone?” Kimberly suddenly blurted out.
“Who? Roy?” Christine asked with furrowed eyebrows, trying to understand Kimberly’s sudden question.
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