Her damp hair fell over one shoulder. A white towel was wrapped securely around her, and she wore the kind of innocent smile that never meant anything innocent when it came from my sister.
Andrew sat at the kitchen table, reading something on his phone while his coffee cooled beside him.
Kayla glanced at him, then at the cabinet above the coffee machine.
“Andrew, sweetheart?”
I stopped buttering my toast.
Sweetheart?
She had never called my husband sweetheart before.
Andrew slowly lifted his eyes from his phone.
“Yes?”
“Would you be a darling and get something for me?”
He looked toward the cabinet.
“The coffee filters?”
Kayla smiled.
“You’re learning. I knew you were a smart man.”
I put the butter knife down.
Andrew stood, walked to the cabinet, took out the filters, and placed them on the counter without stepping any closer to her than necessary.
“There you go.”
