"I have a twenty-four-year-old son in this reality," she said. "We kept him in the family. Probably would still make that choice, in spite of everything." Her voice had dropped in volume, confessional and distracted. There was obviously a story there, but she sure as hell wasn't going to tell it to someone she still considered barely more than a stranger.
"Does that answer your question? I have to get going."
Clover had already stood up from beside her chair and gave Eve an expectant look, having understood those last few words.
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