Hearing this, Wendy Lowe reached out and patted her daughter's head, chuckling softly. "Alright."
In the end, she couldn't bring herself to ruin the tender moment, swallowing the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
That evening, after her shower, Phoebe Sawyer was lying in bed, about to scroll through some videos, when her screen suddenly lit up. A call from Sylvia Brooks.
She answered the phone with a smile. "Summer, darling, good evening."
Sylvia Brooks's voice was soft. "Phoebe, what are you up to?"
"Just got out of the shower. You?"
"I just got off the phone with Renee. She's actually happy that Aunt Rae's biological daughter is coming back. It's really quite rare."
"It really is. Nothing like what you see in novels or TV shows."
