[Mia is still downstairs, having gotten distracted downstairs. She is not with the alcohol, although she may have gotten there eventually. Instead, she got waylaid down near the family photos, lingering over the memories. Some she was part of, some she wasn't, but it's still her family.
It still makes her smile.
When she senses her father approaching, she doesn't look away right away.]
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It still makes her smile.
When she senses her father approaching, she doesn't look away right away.]
This place never changes. Not really.