"Do you have a moment, Cath?"
Despite being gentle and somewhat disarming, Eleanor's voice had a weight that made my stomach knot. Her face was unreadable as she stood at the sunroom doorway, but I couldn't help but notice the edge in her eyes.
With my heart pounding, I put down the book I had been feigning to read. Despite the uneasiness that was writhing in my chest, I answered, "Of course," in a firm voice.
Eleanor crossed the room to take the chair across from me with a purposeful ease. She straightened her skirt and smiled courteously, but her eyes never left mine.
With a casual tone, she asked, "How are you settling in?"
"All right," I said warily. "We're getting there, but it's been a transition."
"We?" she inquired, raising her eyebrows a little.
“Mia and I,” I explained, my
