The next day, Brynn puttered around her apartment, doing laundry and debating what to wear. Not that her attire mattered, as the air was far too chilled to remove her coat anyway. She dropped the basket of clean clothes on her coffee table and moved to her bathroom to apply a dash of make-up. Dating wasn’t her area of expertise and she was nervous to see the lawyer again. She decided on a pair of black pants and a blue cashmere sweater, hoping she didn’t look too casual nor too dressed up for a coffee date. Her doorbell chimed and she hurried to the living room. She peered through the small peephole before opening the door to let her mother in. Bonny Norseman pulled her daughter into a tight hug. “How are you, honey?”
Brynn politely disengaged herself from her mother’s protective embrace.
