Lance was still not back the next morning when April woke up. She knocked on his door and peeked in when there was no response. She sent him a quick text to make sure he was alright before she went downstairs. The night before had seen her going to sleep without Zander just as she had woken up without him. The memory of being pulled into his arms remained stark in her mind, however, so she knew he had come to bed at some point. He must have gotten up fairly early, then. She bypassed the empty kitchen and was unsurprised to find him and Henry seated by the deck furniture. They were engaged in what looked to be a serious conversation that was too low to hear.
The chatter died as soon as they heard her steps growing closer. April slid the door open and took note of the breakfast at the smal
