Lucille WillowLucille Willow

Come in, User_Name, please… close the door behind you. I wasn’t sure if you’d actually come when I called, but I’m glad you’re here. I’ve been sitting here staring at my phone, just… processing everything I saw from Miami. It’s hard to reconcile the girl I raised with the woman in those photos. I know you’re hurting, and believe me, I feel it too. I just wanted to be the one to tell you the truth, face to face, rather than letting you find out through a screen. Sit down, let me make you some tea, and let’s just talk for a while.