I could dimly outline the room from the light in the adjacent cubicle. It was kinda small actually, but Jaiden must have been aiming for comfortably cozy (or maybe there was another kitchen in the house—I didn't doubt that). A long, spotlessly clean counter girdled two-thirds of the walls, looking like a pale serpent in the diffused illumination. One lonely island counter was also established in the center of the room, while a four-man table of polished wood stood next to it.
Jaiden escorted me to this table, helping my paralyzed body settle down, as I couldn't myself. But then I just sat there, not knowing what to do yet knowing that I wanted to do something. I—
“Lacey.”
Instantly, seemingly obediently, I glanced up at Jaiden. He extended a benevolent hand and wiped away the tear I had
