Tae, Ben's twin sister, knows grief all too well.
She returns for the Funeral of their father, surprising everyone considering how much she had already been through.
Tae is on her last legs, she isn't sure why she even bothered showing up, but an o...
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"Do you think she'll show up?"
"Are you kidding?"
"Why not?" Allison wondered aloud.
"Are you kidding?" Diego scoffed softly. "She's been to more funerals in the last fifteen years than some people ever go to in their entire lifetime. Why would she bother showing up for dad of all people?"
"Yeah," Allison sighed, shrugging a little. "I get that. It's just, last time I saw her was the wedding and even then we didn't get a chance to talk much."
"You haven't called her?"
"She never answers anymore."
He nodded in understanding. "Yeah, me neither. Can't really blame her, though."
The last thing they expected was for a small, dark figure to appear through the clouded over glass of the front door just minutes later.
"Oh, your sister is here. How wonderful!"
They span to see Grace decending the stairs elegantly, a bright smile on her ruby painted lips.
Diego frowned. "What, Tae? She's here?"
"Why would she be here?" Allison wondered, bewildered.
"Because I called her, silly," their mom spoke sweetly. "It will do her good to get some fresh air and see all of you together."
They didn't get a chance to respond before the door opened and the dark haired, small woman was engulfed in a hug. They couldn't see the womans expression, only how she stilled at her mothers embrace, then slowly and hesitantly lifted her hands to return the embrace around her midsection.
"It's so good to see you, dear," mom said brightly, tucking Tae's head down against her shoulder with a hand cradling the back of her head gently.
"You too, mom." The woman croaked under her breath, closing her eyes and almost swaying in her mothers embrace.
Her voice was so small no one else hears it. And she was glad of that fact. It was something warm only meant for Grace.
Eventually Grace pulled away and ushered her inside, a hand on her shoulder. "You'll catch a cold if you stand out there any longer. Come on."
The woman had her back to the others, in a familiar oversized leather jacket that that they had only ever seen her twin wear, black trousers and smart flat boots. By the burn scars on the sides of her hands they knew it was their sister without needing to see her face. That, and the way her fingers were tense as they picked at the end of her turtle neck in a repetitive, soothing motion.
Grace closed the door and smiled brightly, hands smoothing over the front of her flour dusted apron. "I was just making some cookies. I'll bring them out to you when they're done."
