Lucille assisted Eleanor in packing her things. Despite sharing the same room and working on the task together, an eerie silence hung between them.
"I feel like I'm missing something," Lucille mused, stealing a glance at Eleanor. "You're unusually distant too."
"What?" Eleanor questioned, sensing Lucille's gaze on her.
"Are you truly okay with living apart from your brother?" Lucille inquired.
"I'm not, but it's more frustrating to keep staying with him when he's like this," Eleanor responded.
Lucille continued folding clothes, her mind wrestling with unspoken thoughts. Finally, she sighed and added, "We've got to talk about this, Eleanor. You can't keep shutting me out."
Eleanor avoided eye contact, a pained expression flickering across her face. "There's just so much going on, Lucille. It's not that simple."
Lucille nodded, her concern palpable. "Fine, but we can't pretend like everything's normal. We need to confront the issues, whatever they are."