Naomi uncomfortably shifted where she sat up, busying herself with picking the fruits. This time, she didn't have the appetite to eat anymore, so she just plucked them off and kept them on a laid out paper plate, not wanting to meet with his eyes again.
When he didn't look like he'd reply, she added,
"Won't you be happy? To see her after all these years?"
"Happy?" he laughed. It was bitter and painful, so painful, she stopped the small smile threatening to crawl up on her lips.
"Won't you? You said you miss her."
