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Between 2x5 and 2x6
Sybil grinned as she left the hospital, looking forward to going home, as her parents were planning a small birthday dinner. She grew more and more distant from her family every day, as it became increasingly clear their values differed widely, but times like these, she knew how much they still loved her.
"Happy birthday, milady," Branson said, handing her a bouquet of bright yellow wildflowers. He'd obviously picked them from one of the banks, probably the one near the woods, but that was quite a way from the road.
Had he walked that far just for her?
"Oh, Branson," Sybil said, admiring the flowers. "They're beautiful, but how did you know it was my birthday?"
Branson grinned, stepping closer to her but she didn't mind, especially when it allowed her to see how blue his eyes were. "I know a lot of things about you; you're important to me, and you know that."
Sybil supposed that was true; he'd made his feelings quite clear, especially in the past year. "Well, I'd best return to the Abbey; Mama and Papa are having a birthday dinner for me tonight."
With that she climbed into the backseat of the motor, still cradling the yellow flowers, which she knew would be her favorite gift this year.