Nathan
Late one Friday evening, after another long day of reviewing estate financial reports until my vision blurred, I stumbled toward the kitchen, desperate for strong coffee. My supernaturally keen hearing picked up Terra's distinctive laughter echoing from within.
I hesitated, not trusting my restraint around her unpredictable moods presently. But caffeine called my name. I braced myself and pushed through the door.
Terra sat casually at the marble counter scrolling her phone, cheeks still flushed from whatever had amused her. She quickly smoothed her features at my entrance. I attempted civility. "Burning the midnight oil, I see? Can I get you a coffee?"
She shook her head, already edging toward the other doorway. "No need, I was just heading up."
I felt my diplomatic smile crac
