[ After the photo, and sorting out those extraneous items, Rebecca retreated to her room for awhile. She's got...some things, to get sorted, and she just needs some time to rest.
So, like clockwork.
She rises and rubs her forehead, calling out: ] One...moment, I'm coming. [ At least she's had time to wash her face, was away the tear-stains. ]
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So, like clockwork.
She rises and rubs her forehead, calling out: ] One...moment, I'm coming. [ At least she's had time to wash her face, was away the tear-stains. ]
Maya? What was... What's going on?