Sam looked across the small circular table and caught Metztli staring back at her. The moments after the story he had shared with her had shifted something between the two of them and she wasn’t sure how or why it had happened.
Her mother was mindlessly talking and talking, never allowing another person even a whisper of a word, but Sam expected that of her mother. She was eternally grateful that Metztli was paying her no mind and instead watched her as she carefully and delicately placed each bite of food in her mouth. She reveled in the attention, feeling like she was finally getting a little of what she wanted from him.
“Metztli, tell me about your sister,” her mother called out to him, forcing him to turn and look at Jane. Damn it, thought Sam. She was not enjoying sharing him at al
