Sunlight streamed beautifully into the living room, passing through the blinds in strips and falling across the floor. The air was filled with the scents of coffee, laundry detergent and freshly baked bread.
A daytime variety show played on the TV; the host's exaggerated laughter occasionally burst from the speakers as if this home were perpetually filled with background noise.
Victor sat on the edge of the sofa, flipping a coin between his fingers so swiftly that it seemed as if the metal were not real, but a trick growing from his hand.
Julia was practically pressed against him, her eyes shining as though she had discovered an incredible new toy.
“Victor, are you performing acrobatics?” She tilted her head, her eyes fixed on the coin as it danced up and down. 'Your fingers are so nim
