There was this deep, uncomfortable feeling inside her chest that she had been carrying for quite a while now.
A week to be exact.
The feeling returned especially when she was in the presence of George. It deepened when she would notice how he would look at her. The amount of love and her eyes were something even her father did not share for her mother.
The way he would smile at her, his eyes would wrinkle the corners and laughter lines which show, how he would always ask her for the last bite and her favourite, how whenever she would check her Instagram in the morning, she would receive the text of good morning from him.
It did not matter if Joyce had not seen his messages the entire weekend. The three days would have the good morning tracks along with sweet messages day after day, undeterred by the fact that they were not even seen.
