She’s finally gotten up the courage to go inside. And the first person she sees is a dark haired woman she recognises mostly from pictures, Cordelia. She shouldn’t have done this.
Too late now.
“Hi. Um. I don’t really know how to explain this…”
Her brow creases with worry as she observes the girl who just walked through the door. She looks so young, even younger than Cordelia is, yet she’s hooked up to an oxygen tank. But more importantly, there’s the way she’s staring. She’s never met this girl before in her life, so why is she looking at her like she’s seen a g h o s t ?
Setting Connor down in his stroller, she steps out from behind the counter and flashes her a reassuring smile.
"Trust me, whatever it is, I’ve probably heard weirder.“
