Chapter 50: Sweet Revenge
Diane’s POV
The morning sun streamed through the gauzy curtains of Joan’s guest room, bathing everything in a warm, golden light. I unrolled my yoga mat by the window, savoring the sensation of the light breeze against my skin. This would be my first proper yoga session in weeks, and my body craved the familiar routine.
As I moved through the first few poses, I found myself smiling. The twins had been unusually quiet this morning, as if they too were enjoying the peaceful moment. My hand instinctively moved to my rounded belly, feeling the firm curve that housed my children. My children. The thought still filled me with wonder and a fierce protectiveness that sometimes took my breath away.
I was halfway through a modified sun salutation when I noticed my mother watching from the doorway, a fond smile on her face.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked, already barefoot and dressed in comfortable clothes.
"Not at all," I replied, surprised but pleased. My mother had never shown much interest in yoga while growing up. "Though I’m taking it pretty easy these days."
She chuckled, unrolling a borrowed mat beside mine. "That’s fine by me. I’m not exactly flexible at my age."
"Here," I said, noticing she hadn’t brought water. "You’ll need this."
She waved me off. "I brought some for you, actually. You didn’t have a bottle with you."
My mother handed me a water bottle, and I felt a surge of gratitude for her thoughtfulness. It was these small gestures that reminded me how much I’d missed her presence in my life.
We moved through the poses together, my mother following my lead with more grace than I’d expected. The shared activity created a comfortable silence between us, a rare moment of perfect harmony.