Andrew was at the sink, washing his coffee mug.
I paused.
Kayla glanced over her shoulder.
“Oh! Morning, Amanda.”
“Morning.”
She took out the juice, poured herself a glass, and went upstairs without another word.
I assumed she had forgotten that Andrew was downstairs.
It happens. People get comfortable in a house, especially when they’re staying with family.
The next morning, however, she did it again.
This time, she entered the kitchen just as Andrew was preparing breakfast.
She leaned against the counter, sipping water, while he focused very deliberately on the frying pan.
I waited until Andrew had gone upstairs before speaking to her.
“Kayla, can I ask you something?”
She was scrolling through her phone.
“Depends. Am I in trouble?”
I gave her a small smile.
“Could you put on a robe before coming downstairs after your shower? Andrew is usually in the kitchen, and I’d be more comfortable if you wore something over your towel.”
