"Good morning, Mom," Amelie began with a warm greeting, adjusting the phone against her ear.
Ashna quietly left, realizing Amelie needed privacy.
"Good morning, dear. We arrived last night," Samyra informed her.
"I see. How's Flora doing?" Amelie inquired, her tone softening with concern for her sister.
"Much better than before," Samyra answered, but the response came with a heavy pause.
Amelie noticed a distinct hesitation in her mother's voice, a lingering silence as if she were weighing her words carefully. It felt as though Samyra wanted to say something more, perhaps something difficult, but was unable to find the right opening.
"What is it that you have to say, Mom?" asked Amelie.
"Nothing. I only wanted to ask about your well-being," Samyra replied.
"Then, I'll hang up since you already know," Amelie replied. "Take care." She lowered the phone and looked at the screen.
