70
Peter
“So, what’s up with Yulia and the Esguerras?” Sara asks at breakfast the next morning. “At dinner, it seemed as if there was some tension there, and I remember you mentioned something about it in Cyprus.”
“Oh, that?” I ladle her some more steel-cut oatmeal with berries. I’ve started researching optimal nutrition for pregnant women, and I plan to shift Sara’s diet toward more healthy foods. “Yes, there’s definitely tension—and for a good reason.”
She puts down her spoon. “Oh?”
I debate glossing over the whole ugly story, but she hasn’t had any flashback episodes this morning or last night, and this has nothing to do with her parents or any of the traumatic events she’s been through. So I decide to fill her in, especially since she seemed to be getting chummy with Kent’s blond
