Her eyes move between the two of them, her features stern and placid. She feels hurt -- betrayed -- and mourning a loss that didn't even exist.

Her gaze turned down, like the moment when she confessed the fear of separation they other parents had reacted on the revelation that she was interested in dating a girl. Ironic how the scenario had flipped like this. "Why... are you two so nice. It would be easier if I could just hate you both."

"And... " No. That wasn't right. "But... I want to know... what parts... if any... were more than just a dream."