Sue and Stacy had been here only hours before, in the corner, near the window, just outside the morning was fresh with rain.
The tears in Stacy's eyes mirrored the weather, it was a dreary day and she needed to talk, to escape the crushing weight of despair that had been pushing in on her.
Just days before Stacy had found her mother's suicide note, which instead of answers only brought more questions. After all these years, struggling to forget a pain that was now sharper than ever.
She still remembers her mother waiting on these very tables, and now mostly empty chairs.
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