Six months later…
Felix was standing at the kitchen sink, his sleeves rolled up, warm water running over his hands as he scrubbed the dishes from last night’s dinner.
Music was playing in the bluetooth earpieces connected to his phone, and the early morning sun entered the kitchen through the window, casting a golden light on the countertops which he had already wiped clean.
The faint clatter of dishes was the only sound that came from the industrial sized kitchen in their new mansion, and although Felix's movements were quite practiced, his mind wasn’t on the task at hand. In fact, this was almost his daily routine.
He paused when he heard the soft clicking of heels on the staircase, and tapped the earpiece lightly to stop the music.
Turning his head, he caught a glimpse of Arabe
