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She was tucked away in the kitchen like a secret, blue eyes perusing a selection carefully chosen by Camila herself. It was a feast to rival what she was most accustomed to; all of which prompting Cora’s mouth to water. Whilst Christmas was deemed an occasion to unite family, it often felt inapplicable for the brunette. Though she still relished the elements it included: well-seasoned food, laughter founded by the triumph of party games and the art of gift giving. The latter at the focal point upon her arrival, two neatly wrapped presents resting on the coffee table for both mother and son.           Her son - the thought is unnerving and she’s frightened of the edges she might prick herself on.           She hadn’t spoke a word to him since that fateful evening; the moment now distorting what she once believed to be clarified. It triggered questions in the expanse of her skull, none of which assembling into audible words. Their friendship had been no more confusing than that of those she made within the workplace. However, now it felt complex. As if they were teetering on an edge which extended over an inky black abyss. Neither one of them desiring to discuss the matter in fear of descending first.           “Merry Christmas,” she hears him before she sees, her words slipping out between a task, slender hands arranging polished cutlery at the table. “Camila invited me. I don’t need to tell you why I chose her over my family.”