questions.questions anyway. how it burns inside of their hearts...

now see that coming

Celina sat at the kitchen table, watching her grandmother prepare dinner. The familiar smell of spices filled the air, but there was a palpable tension between them. Ever since Celina had returned home to take care of her sick father, there were unspoken things hanging in the air, like shadows from the past that refused to be ignored.

"How was your day, Grandma?" Celina tried to break the uncomfortable ...