“You have to hide the good ones or Lily eats them all before lunch.”
Ethan said it low, sliding a plate of biscuits behind the fruit bowl on the counter while both girls argued in the next room about whose turn it was to pick the movie. Bianca laughed before she could stop herself, the sound surprising her more than it surprised him.
“Noted,” she said. “Where do the good ones actually go?”
“Top shelf. Behind the cereal Lily hates.” He said it like he was handing over a state secret, completely straight-faced, and something in Bianca’s chest loosened at the sheer domestic absurdity of it, biscuits and cereal and a Sunday that had nothing urgent attached to it for the first time in weeks.
She counted the ordinary things in her head without meaning to, an old habit from waiting rooms she’
