The next morning dawned slowly, bringing with it a sense of calm that hadn't been present the day before.
Sunlight streamed through the windows of Phil and Elena's cozy home, casting a soft glow over the breakfast table. The night's heavy conversation seemed to linger, but today carried the promise of something lighter, if only for a few moments.
Fiona sat quietly, pushing the eggs around her plate, her thoughts far from the meal in front of her.
She was still grappling with her emotions and she just didn't know what to do about the whole thing. The whole change. It had been a drastic change one too sudden and had left her confused.
She glanced at her mom and she couldn't help wondering how she could cope if she was feeling the way she was. Seeing how calm her mom looked, she just couldn't help but wish she could be that calm too, knowing what to do in the presence of every situation.
