Sophia's POV
Sunday morning Lena was still there.
She had fallen asleep on the couch in the main room at some point after dinner and nobody had woken her and Mei had appeared from somewhere with a blanket and that had apparently been that.
I found her awake at seven sitting at the kitchen counter with a coffee looking at her phone with the focused expression of someone reading something they weren't sure how to feel about.
"Morning," I said.
"Morning," she said. She put her phone face down which told me enough.
I made coffee and sat beside her and didn't ask.
She lasted four minutes.
"Diana texted," she said.
I waited.
"She wants to meet," Lena said. "Properly. Just the two of them. No brothers, no Mei, no buffer." She looked at her coffee. "She said she understands if I'm not re
