CHAPTER 39Late the next morning, Mara sat hunched over a bowl of cereal, a spoon in one hand and a cup of coffee in another, puffy-eyed and pale under an unruly nest of auburn hair. Cam’s head was across from Mara on the table, where a place setting should have been, lying sideways on his left cheek so he wouldn’t roll when he talked. She accidently dropped her spoon, splashing a drop of milk on his nose. Grabbing a napkin, she stood and leaned forward to wipe the mess from his face.
“Sorry about that. I’m not quite awake yet,” she said.
She tossed aside the napkin and glanced around the room. “This arrangement isn’t working for me. I can’t eat with someone’s head staring at me from the table.” She held up a finger and walked from the kitchen, heading in the direction of the living room.
