Ethan
The click on the door is followed by high heels clicking on the ground, and Ava immediately dives head-first under the kitchen counter.
She bumps her head, and I feel the ache for her as she is silent. Sarah makes herself known in front of me with a smile.
“You’re here” Her voice is flat as she shows off her thirty-twos and I keep from rolling my eyes.
“It is my house” I deadpan, not the least bit interested in her being here and more on her leaving.
“I brought dinner” She raises the bags in her hands, which I'm not sure of its containment as Sarah never cooks.
Her eyes zoom in on the small plate of food on the counter, and she frowns.
“You have eaten already?”
“I was hungry,” I tell her with an undertone of some other part of me I want satisfied.
Sarah walks to the counter
