I forgot to mention in the previous chapter that these are all from Rebecca's POV. Maybe you could figure it out...if you were confused, sorry! Onward to the drabble...
Elle
Apparently her mother had been quite an interesting person before marrying, having children and generally settling down. She fought for people's rights, never settled for anything she didn't agree with and was strong.
The woman who sits across the table from her is a ghost of her former self, right down to her hollowed eyes and thin cheeks, once so full of vitality.
She remembers the smiling, laughing woman who cuddled her when the wind howled outside her bedroom window, who scolded her for leaving her room a mess and talking back, who sang in an off-key but still impossibly sweet voice when her brother couldn't get to sleep at night, who loved her despite all the trouble she put her through.
She wonders where that woman has gone. She misses her.
She sees a broken woman, whittled down by fate and completely torn apart by the ultimate betrayal. The one person who promised that no matter what he would be there has gone. Left them alone and with nothing but a few checks in the mail and an empty house.
She sees how she misses him. She sees how her strength has faded since the funeral.
So she will be strong. For her mother. For both of them.
She won't let them down—like he did.
Isaac's next.