Chapter Thirty-Two
Daphne
“No, I’m done with him,” Cat said with a little huff. She reached up and tightened her ponytail. “What next?”
It was six in the morning, and Cat had shown up in the kitchen an hour earlier, announcing she wanted to learn to cook better. I’d been back for four days now and hadn’t yet had an opportunity to actually talk to Cat as Flynn had hoped. He understood it wasn’t something I could force, but he’d also asked me about it every night. It made my heart squeeze a little every time because he loved his little sister, and he was worried. He wore his confidence and typical grumpiness with such ease that it was almost endearing to witness his uncertainty about how to handle his teenage sister.
Flynn and I had settled into the routine we had before, late nights tog
