Grace
Kent woke me up at five in the morning by knocking on my door exactly twice, which was not enough warning for any reasonable person, and when I opened it ready to say something deeply unpleasant, he was already walking down the hall.
"Get dressed," he said, without turning around. "Wear something you can move in."
"It's five in the morning, Kent."
"I know what time it is."
I stood in the doorway in my socks and stared at the back of his head until he disappeared around the corner, and then I closed the door and got dressed because there was clearly no other option.
He was waiting by the front door when I got downstairs, holding two cups of coffee. He handed me one without a word and I took it without saying thank you, because it was five in the morning and gratitude required mo
