The evening air had a chill to it, one of those cold December nights where you could practically feel winter settling in. Sophie was curled up on the couch with her tablet, watching some cartoon, while Larry stood in the kitchen, humming quietly to himself as he prepared dinner.
The scent of garlic and onions wafted through the air, mixing with the faint smell of his cologne.
Lauren sat at the kitchen island, her fingers tapping nervously on the counter. She had been quiet for the last couple of hours, something she’d noticed in herself more and more lately.
The space between her and Larry had started to feel like it was growing. She wasn’t sure why. The past few days had been calm, but there was this tension that she couldn’t shake.
She glanced over at him, catching the way his shou
