There was a pout on her lip, despite the fact that she really was trying to be mature about the whole ordeal. Maybe it was the fact that it had blindsided her (though really, she should have known something was up when her parents weren’t living together). In her hand, the licorice lace that she was going to eat was being twisted into knots as she tried to think all off her thoughts through.
“I don’t…” She said softly, “I don’t understand why you suddenly love her.” She was frowning, because she’d always thought that love was this magical thing that could never be broken, and yet here they were divided. “Do you love her at home?” Maybe it was just because she’d never been in love, but she couldn’t quite get her head around it.