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It had been a week, Ixora reflected.

A week since Jerald had cornered her against the kitchen counter and kissed her passionately. A week since they had discovered the unexpected connection between Jerald and her twin's Jake. A week since Jerald had shared the intricate details of his life and Zira’s. It hadn't been the easiest week.

Today was Friday, and Ixora stood in the kitchen, preparing lunch. Berezira was by her side, helping to chop the cabbage for a salad nicoise.

Ever since she had learned about the girl's troubled past, Ixora had been putting in extra effort to help Berezira transition into a normal twelve-year-old. Prior to last week, Berezira had simply kept her company in the kitchen with a comfortable silence between them. But now, Ixora gave her small tasks to do, teaching her and watching as she honed her skills.

The girl proved to be a quick learner, but the once-welcomed silence between them had changed.

"So, tell me about your morning with my twin," Ixora inquired.