94 The Contemplation

As Aunt Celia stepped into Flora's cozy living room, she found her seated on the couch, lost in thought. Clearing her throat to announce her presence, Aunt Celia watched as Flora's gaze snapped up, surprise flickering in her eyes. "Hey, Aunt Celia," Flora greeted, a curious look on her face. "You look like you've got something on your mind. Everything okay?" Aunt Celia sighed heavily, sinking into the armchair opposite Flora. "Actually, no, everything's not okay," she admitted, her voice tinged with worry. Flora's brow furrowed in concern. "What's wrong, Aunt Celia? You can tell me." Taking a deep breath, Aunt Celia recounted her recent conversation with Jackson, Flora's cousin. "He thinks I might be a relative of his," she explained, her words heavy with disbelief. Flora's eyes widened in shock. "What? How is that possible?" she exclaimed, her mind reeling with confusion. Aunt Celia shook her head, her expression troubled. "I'm not sure, Flora. But it get