“Go ahead,” she says.
“No, you go first.”
Mila shakes her head as she refills her coffee cup and then reaches across the table to refill mine.
“I was just going to say that I appreciate everything you’ve done for me—us—so far. I know it’s only been a couple of weeks, but after finally getting some decent sleep, I feel like a brand-new person.”
Her eyes meet mine. “Good. Even if this is only a trial run.” That’s a hint of amusement in her tone, which I’m sure is on purpose.
“I think we’re past that point, Mila,” I drawl out slowly. “Maize and I need you.” As soon as the words come out, I worry how they’ll be interpreted, but regardless, we do need her. She’s been a godsend, and I wouldn’t be functioning without her help. At first, I was dead set on not allowing anyone but family watch
