ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.
Easily strung out, Cecelia Catton fled to Seattle on an
arrogant whim, chasing the scene by its ever-expanding tail. Forcing herself out from under the thumb of a failed marriage and stifling environment, the twen...
A DISTINCT CATERWAUL BROKE CELIA out of her trance-like state. The downpour gave zero inclination of letting up any time soon and Boone, her beloved Persian cat had decided it was time to be fed. Boone had gracefully hopped up onto the couch that Celia was currently splayed upon and in one swift motion, he was curled into a tight ball on her jean-clad lap. She absentmindedly stroked his thick, white fur in an attempt to soothe her scattered brain.
Celia's grief was almost invisible to the eye, not a single tear had slipped down her cheeks during the hearing. She had remained composed and poised, saying yes when she needed to and no when they asked her if reconciliation was possible.
As expected, Cass was not there, even though a small, child-like part of her psyche begged for him to waltz through the doors and call the whole thing off. But to no avail, amid the rainswept Seattle day, Celia Catton got divorced, for the first and hopefully last time.
A fumble in the distance caught Celia's attention, her eyes narrowing in on her front door. Low tones seem to emanate out from under the threshold.
With a benumbed expression, Celia pushed herself off the couch, Boone leaping from her lap in a flurry of fur. She ambled over to the door, pressing her ear against the cool wood, straining to catch a fragment of conversation from the other side.
"Who's there?" she mused, twisting the doorknob, a move steeped in trepidation.Hushed whispers rippled through the small gap beneath the door and the floorboards and Celia became even more confused.
A fast movement sent Celia clumsily flailing back, the door had pushed open to reveal the last two people she thought she would see today.
Virginia Sehee and Tangi James were staring at her with awkward expressions. Virginia, 'Ginny,' beamed at her with enthusiasm, clutching a large bag at her side- she looked like a sunflower lost in the grey haze of the Seattle afternoon; Whereas Tangi stood beside her, arms crossed, dark eyes scanning Celia with a mixture of concern and scrutiny, droplets of rain cascading from her long braids.
"Hey Cee!" Ginny beamed, her voice bright against the dreary backdrop. Tangi's gaze, however, spoke volumes. She was assessing Celia's disheveled appearance—the food splatters on her once-pristine turtleneck and the flush of embarrassment staining her cheeks.
She clearly had forgotten that they knew the hearing was today.
This was completely unexpected and Celia needed a second to process their arrival. "What are you guys doing here?" she asked, still trying to regain some semblance of control over her shock.
