Cassandra
After Bernie opens the door for me, I spot Miles and my sister, sure enough wearing her navy blue scrubs. "What are you doing here?" I ask as I approach them, Miles' arms around her small waist. A foreign and strange sight to see, but with the smile she has plastered amongst her face, she is loving every minute of his arm around her.
"Morning, Sissy. I just brought you guys some donuts for your meeting this morning." She hands me the pink box in her hand and I can smell the fried dough within.
"I'll see you tomorrow then," she says to Miles, kissing his cheek. She begins to walk backward toward the lobby door, smiling and pointing at me, "And you, I will see tonight. My turn to cook dinner." And with that, she's gone.
Miles clears his throat, breaking the silence between us,
