{Enverna}
The TV in the girls' bedroom was small and bulky.
A soap opera was playing on it.
"No! You can't go fight in that dungeon! I'll kill myself if you do!" A lady yelled at her husband.
"I must do it. We have no money!"
[Goodness.]
As Enverna watched the melodramatic scenes unfold on the flickering TV screen, her mind drifted away from the soap opera.
[Mel's apology felt genuine, but why does it bother me so much?]
She imagined it wouldn't be easy for anyone to forgive someone who'd attempted to take their life, but for Enverna, something felt slightly different.
Suddenly, that moment played out in front of her mind's eye. She was there, in that warehouse again, seeing Lianna and Mel look at each other in a way that made Enverna's heart ache a little.
[... Hm.]
There was a tension that Enverna couldn't quite decipher, a puzzle she struggled to unravel.
[Maybe I'm just overthinking things.]
