We sat at the table, Jessica sitting directly in front of us with Fuller standing behind her, his hand on her shoulder. Lyle had my fingers in a death grip. My head tilted to the side slightly so I could see him. He was tense, his shoulders as stiff as a board. His firm lips were thin, those pensive eyes narrowed as he stared at Fuller. I wanted to kiss him, remove that tenseness from his body. The scruffiness to his facial hair and dark circles around his eyes only added to his already dishevelled appearance.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" Jessica asked sweetly, that one sentence seemed to bring me out of my thoughts.
"Are you being serious right now?" I was reeling from shock; how could Lyles' mother be behind all of this.
"Yes, I'm sure if you're hungry I could make you something to
