Unmasking Siren

~Raina~

The invitation came through Bea.

A text, simple and direct, the way Grandma Sylvie communicated everything: Come for lunch on Thursday. Just us. One o'clock.

I had looked at it for a moment and then said yes because you did not say no to Grandma Sylvie and also because something in the simplicity of it — just us — felt like something I needed without knowing exactly why.

I arrived at o