“Uncle—”
“I’m sorry,” Cryton said, head bowed as she eyed flexing fingers. “I’m not myself.”
“It’s alright,” Dru nodded. “And it’s the truth: I’d be all out of sorts too, if things were reversed.”
The girls exchanged honest, somber gazes. Then Cryton’s stomach growled, and honest grins disarmed the moment.
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