Gerald’s POV
The cold milk splashing against her bare feet shocked me back to reality.
When I stepped inside, the first thing I saw was her, Erica, frozen in place, eyes wide, milk dripping over the edge of the counter and down to the floor. The puddle spread quickly, flowing toward her bare feet.
She gasped, stumbling backward. “Oh God.”
For a moment, I didn’t move. I just watched her, watched the way her hands trembled as she grabbed for napkins, knocking over the sugar container in the process. White cubes and granules scattered across the countertop like frost.
“I’m so sorry,” she stammered, dropping to her knees to clean up the mess. “I wasn’t paying attention, I just….”
“When did you start taking your coffee like that?”, I asked.
The words came out before I could stop them. My
