Rayleigh's brow furrowed in confusion as she answered Matthew's call, her mind still lingering on the family's recent excursion to purchase the yacht. "You want me to do what?" she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and cautious uncertainty.
Matthew's voice on the other end of the line was tinged with a hint of trepidation. "I know it's going to be unbelievable; that's why I didn't give her your number," he began, his words selected with care. "But she's genuinely wanted to say sorry to the two of you."
Rayleigh let out a weary sigh. "Human beings don't change that much, you know," she pointed out, her skepticism evident.
"It's been a year and a half, Ray," Matthew countered, his tone imploring. "Things have changed a lot, and so has she."
Rayleigh's lips pressed into a thin line as she considered her brother's words. "Matt," she started, her voice laced with a touch of exasperation.
