Amelia got closer. She couldn't hold back her tears seeing her sister's face again after so long. Olivia had bags under her eyes and looked skinnier.
"You..." Amelia couldn't find the words. Tears streamed down her cheeks. It was clear Olivia was struggling, her life far from comfortable now.
"You look... good," Olivia forced a smile. "Come on in."
Amelia followed her inside. Thankfully, the flat was clean and cozy despite its size.
"Why don't you find a better place?" Amelia asked, "Don't you have any money?"
Olivia had left with nothing. She didn't take her fancy stuff, feeling too guilty to care about poverty.
But Olivia didn't want to explain. "Want something to drink? I've got juice and milk." She chuckled, trying to show Amelia she was tired of hearing how bad her flat was.
"Why didn't you call me?" Amelia asked next. "You promised to call when you got settled."
