Gina didn’t feel quite the same calmness inside Owen’s house tonight as she had the previous morning. He led the way down the hall to the kitchen, where both of his sons sat at the counter, their phones in front of them.
“Hey, Dad,” Cooper said, his eyes flickering over to Gina. “Hi, Gina.” He stood and extended his hand for her to shake.
Gina smiled at him and shook his hand. “I hear you’re an all-star basketball player.”
Cooper grinned from ear to ear and shook his head. “Not quite.”
Owen slid the boxes of pizza on the counter and said, “Zach, get down some plates, would you? Cooper, grab the paper towels.”
Both boys complied without complaint, and Gina liked how they worked together though the tasks were simple.
“Is this it?” Owen asked, picking up a large white envelope.
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