Ardent’s parents came up after I ate. They took turns carrying the twins, happily reminiscing about when Sir John and Ardent were just babies.
"Are you okay, Beryl?"
I blinked and looked at her. I’d been staring into space for a while. I felt sluggish maybe because I’m still adjusting to everything. Ardent’s room is very cozy, but I think the fatigue and stress are finally catching up to me.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Just call me Auntie," she said with a smile. "Don't feel awkward with us, okay? I want you to feel comfortable here."
I gave her a faint smile.
"Just lie down and sleep. Give your body a break," she added when she saw me yawn. They seem nice, just like Ardent. I really hope they’re not playing me.
They swayed the twins back and forth, laughing together. Meanwhile, Yanny and Precio
