She nodded slightly, her eyes off somewhere else. Some of this was just building up from Rome. She had spent so many months in that damn church, trying to earn her way back. She shook her head slightly behind Estella's back as she stepped in. She wasn't going to be bitter on top of that. There was no point. What was done was done and it was over an done with now. "Alright," she spoke softly.
Depression didn't always have to have a good reason. Like losing your husband or another loved one. Sometimes it was just there, creeping up into your system when you least expect it. It could just ruin your day or it could consume you. At the moment it was consuming Florence.
She followed her sister into the kitchen and sat on the normal stool she occupied when she had sat in Stella's kitchen before. She crossed her legs at the ankles and looked a little less like Florence. Her eyes were still tired though she put on a smile to try to hide some of it. "So, here I am," in the same soft tone she had spoken in before. She waited for her cup of tea patiently.
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