"Harpie, Mom is moving back to Portland," Dylan called out, her voice cutting through the sun-drenched air. Harper, blissfully floating in the cool embrace of the lake at Ilse's family farm, merely blinked, letting the news hang in the air like a weightless feather.
"Oh." That was all Dylan managed to extract from her younger sister, a response as light as the ripples dancing across the water's surface.
Dylan had anticipated Harper's lack of reaction. It was no surprise; she had long accepted that their mother's presence was a distant echo in Harper's life. Even when they had discussed the possibility of relocating her to another city, she doubted Harper would invest much into the thought and just go with whatever Dylan's plan is.
