Killian
A few minutes later, she walked in. She was wearing that same simple T-shirt and jeans, looking tired but still holding that rigid posture. She didn't look at me or Tanya. She headed straight for the table, grabbed a plate, and loaded it up.
She chose the exact same seat as before: ten feet away from us, a seat at the middle of the large table. She poured her coffee and sat down, immediately diving into her eggs.
I watched her. I wasn't saying anything, just giving her some space, kind of waiting to see if she'd even notice I was back in the room. She didn't. She was zoned out, focused only on eating, just like she'd promised she would be.
She was maybe halfway through the plate when her fork just froze.
Her head snapped up, and her eyes instantly went wide. Not the look of be
