Taylor found herself smiling despite herself. This house held a heavy weight since the loss of Susannah, but the spirit of her lingered in its warmth. In the old movies and laughter, the magic would always live. Taylor didn’t know all that had went on in this house. Yet, the relaying of stories had made her feel the thrumming of it in her bones and the good memories they’d christened it with. the girl found she needed this. This sisterly connection and the good company. Never would she admit to finding Conrad anything other than annoying. There was slight anger in how he’d left belly and Stephen in the dust was one out by the sibling banter. Belly had felt like a husk of the girl that she was until recently. Something made her glisten in this soft lighting. Hazel eyes studied the girl with pickpocket nature as she smiled. Maybe flicking a bit of the pool water her way. It was a new day and the boys hadn’t lovingly popped this little bubble between the two of them. “First, I want to say that I am the best at picking swimsuits,” she mused gesturing to the expanse of fabric running down the other girls form. “Because you look like a model and might just pull the entire rich neighborhood. Girls and boys,” the words accompany a wink before a soft sigh. There was so much left unsaid. So many questions. Part of her wanted to yell, to ask, or hug the other girl, but they were breathing. They were smiling. And that was something. Besides, the testosterone wasn’t getting addictive. “I’m proud of you, girl, handling all this. But I think you need to talk to Stephen- in between moon eyes.”