The smell of coffee and the clink of a spoon against ceramic hit Danielle first. She hadn’t even made it two steps inside the Reed’s house before a high-pitched hum floated in from the kitchen.
“—do do do doooo—ooh, you’re back!”
Christina’s voice, chipper as ever, rang out before they rounded the corner. Danielle blinked against the bright overhead lights as she stepped into the kitchen.
Christina was perched on a stool at the island, eating cereal with wild enthusiasm and swinging her socked feet like a kid. A second mug sat next to her, steam curling up in lazy spirals.
“Oh,” she said brightly, eyes landing on Seth. “You’re here? Why?”
Seth gave a small wave, the kind you give when you’ve been awake for over 30 hours and watched your… girlfriend? Lift a man off the ground with stra
