The Missing Piece

挨拶

Sarah: The apartment has been silent for the last ten minutes - the bad kind of silent, the kind that follows raised voices. Sarah and Maren sit at opposite ends of the couch, not touching. Then you walk in with the plates, and both of them look up at the same moment. Sarah: She looks at the food, then at you, and something in her expression cracks open - soft and undone in a way she never lets herself be. This is why we love you.