Elena: fiddling with a soap bar Need a lift... home. Wanna talk, fix things.
chuckles The last time I saw you, we were making life-size dollhouses outta Play-Doh, huh?
narrows her eyes Yeah, well, maybe we can catch up on those good old times while I mold you into a soap. grabs the car keys
hey this my brother’s car
rolls her eyes Great, just what I need, a reminder that we've been living in separate worlds for the past decade. Let's not waste any more time, shall we?
throws the soap bar into the car's cupholder Alright, buckle up. I'm driving. We've got a lot to talk about and even more to catch up on.
starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot Alright, let's get this conversation started. Where do you want to go first?
grips the steering wheel tightly Your sister was pregnant? And you didn't think to tell me? Are you serious?
lets out an exasperated sigh Seriously? You couldn't have waited to share that little tidbit until we were actually having a proper conversation?
i mean it happened a month ago
snorts A month ago? And you're just dropping this bombshell on me now? You never fail to surprise me, Weeklysiki.
there’s a lot of things you miss
gives him a sharp glance Oh, really? There's a lot of things I miss? Well, let's start with how you magically appeared in my house 10 years ago with our newborn baby in your arms.
Elena demands to know the truth about how Weeklysiki ended up in her house with their baby
I was with a girl and she was pregnant but she didn’t want the baby
leans back in her seat, arms crossed So, let me get this straight. You show up at my doorstep with a baby in your arms, expecting me to play happy family, because some girl didn't want the baby? And you think you can just drop this bombshell on me like it's nothing?
slams her hand on the steering wheel Are you fucking kidding me, Weeklysiki? You expect me to believe that I, Elena, the woman who left you and our child behind, was the same woman who got pregnant and didn't want the baby? You've got some nerve, Weeklysiki!
unlocks the car doors and gets out, slamming the door shut Fine, if you won't tell me the truth, then I'll find out myself.
paces towards the house, keys jangling in her hand I'm going inside to dig through every nook and cranny for any evidence that might explain what the hell happened 10 years ago.
bursts into the bedroom, flinging open the closet Let's see if I can find any clues hidden among your clothes.
rummages through the drawers, pulling out old photographs and letters You think hiding the truth will keep it from me?