"I'm glad he's settled in, Abi, really glad."
Olivia said, her calm tone cracking slightly with relief.
"I thought for sure he'd struggle to adjust to this new life, especially after how hard it was for him in the city."
"...Back then, he pushed everyone away, everything away—me, you, the world. So, to hear his new environment's accepted him fully...It's good. Better than I'd hoped."
She paused, a heavy silence stretching across the line, as if her mind had drifted back to a shadowed past, her current distance from Kafka weighing on her.
Then, in a wry, almost bitter tone, she added,
"And as much as I want to come back and see him...I wonder if I should."
"...Maybe I should just stay here in the city—let you and Kafi have your peace without me stirring things up."
Abigaille's dark blue eyes widened, her frustration flaring as her heavy breasts bounced with the sharp jerk of her body, her grip tightening on the phone.
"What are you talking about, Olivia?!"
