Leon.
The front door opened with a soft click. I heard the rustle of plastic bags first, then her footsteps. She carried the groceries straight to the kitchen, set them down and made her way to the living room threshold.
Once she entered, her eyes darted to Law on the sofa with his phone in hand, scrolling without looking up; then to Silas sprawled in the armchair, tablet balanced on one knee, earbud in one ear. Then to me.
I sat in the high-backed chair by the window.
She swallowed once.
“Hi,” she said, voice small. “I’m… back.”
“You’re late.”Law said without lifting his eyes.
Silas pulled the earbud out slowly, like he had all the time in the world. “By ten minutes.”
She took one step inside, hands clasped in front of her apron like a schoolgirl caught passing notes. “The c
