She marched upstairs.
A door slammed.
Andrew looked at me.
“How did I do?”
I crossed my arms.
“You were one sarcastic comment away from sleeping on the sofa.”
“Understood. I’ll keep my personality to a minimum.”
“That would be a first.”
He grinned and kissed my forehead.
For the first time in days, I felt like I was standing on solid ground again.
But I knew the difficult conversation with Kayla hadn’t really happened yet.
It was still waiting for us.
And it came sooner than I expected.
Twenty minutes later, she returned downstairs wearing jeans, a sweatshirt, and the ugliest blue robe I’d ever seen.
The robe had faded ducks on the pockets and one sleeve that was noticeably shorter than the other.
She dropped it over a chair.
“There. Happy?”
I examined the robe.
“Thrilled. I’ve always wanted to live with a retired children’s cartoon.”
Andrew turned toward the refrigerator, his shoulders shaking.
