#sanetwin

But as she moves through the diner, pocketing her pen and pad, carrying plates and menus, she finds her attention slowly drifting back to the woman in the back. And that little boy.

There are just these small details. A familiar chin; those brown eyes; the shape of his forehead. He has a face with all the softened features that she believed were too sharp and severe in her own face.

Thoughtlessly, she grabs a coffee pot and walks over.

The woman is flipping through something in her purse when Emma arrives at the table.

A mango speaks: "we like scorpions..."

Oh Sam, you always have been so kind to me. I’m trying my best but I’ll admit it’s hard. You’re really great and someone I respect a whole lot.