Ha-na placed two vintage, lemon-green, porcelain teacups – with their corresponding matching kettle – in a tray and carried it from the kitchen, placing it on the lacquered floor table in the sitting room where the two sisters sat facing each other.
"Here's the tea," she declared, attempting to counter the oppressive silence that pervaded the room.
Min-seo sat, unblinking, staring at her sister, Yu-ri, who appeared too skittish to meet her eyes. Ha-na felt worried for Min-seo, knowing that this meeting would probably be one of the hardest things she had ever had to do.
She hadn't intended to let this happen when she visited Yu-ri, planning to cut off all ties for good. But when Yu-ri had revealed that Min-seo's mother was on her deathbed, Ha-na's resolve had faltered.
Sure, they didn't deserve this pity. And she shouldn't have listened or cared either.