PEONY CRIMSON’S POV
I heard glass breaking in the kitchen and looked up from my phone screen. When I got there, I witnessed Gloria cleaning up the orange juice that had spilled all over the kitchen island. I approached her, shaking my head at the shards of glass scattered across the floor. Gloria glanced at me, then bent down to pick up the shattered glass.
"Let me help," I said, kneeling down. We picked up the glass until not a single shard remained in silence.
"Thank you. I was clumsy," Gloria murmured..
"It's just a glass," I countered as I eyed it, "It feels like ages since we last talked together, doesn't it?"
"Mmhhm."
She didn't walk away, but pulled out a chair and sat there. I took her hand in mine. She looked back at me.