18 Leah
Leah sat on the sofa, drinking a glass of Moscato with the light of her new laptop illuminating back at her. She sipped and tapped the keys almost in sync, waiting for Jace to slide his key in the door, which was about to happen right...about...now.
He said, “Hey, baby,” after going over to the couch to kiss her.
Leah didn’t respond. Her glassy eyeballs never left her screen. She just sat there with her legs crossed.
When Jace went into the bathroom off the den, she got up and followed him. As he stood over the toilet, relieving himself, she walked in and threw her laptop on the sink. She glared at him when she asked, “Where were you today?!”
Jace shook, zipped, washed his hands, and walked past her. He ignored her as if she wasn’t even standing there.
“Hello! I’m talking to
