Ethan
I approach Sawyer who is chopping vegetables on the kitchen counter. I take one of the mozzarella sticks she has just retrieved from the oven.
“I do not like this…. Not one bit!”
“What? What's wrong with my mozza sticks? Everyone says they're delicious” she asks, concern etched on her face.
“No, no, the mozzarella sticks are delicious. I am talking about this scene.” I say, gesturing towards my brother, Chloe, and Stella.
“What's not to like? A father, a mother, and their child are sitting on the floor and doing a puzzle.” she dismisses me.
I gently grab her waist to pull her closer to me as I whisper in her ear.
“Come on, Sawyer. He has touched her hand more than he has touched a puzzle piece.”
As she relaxes into my embrace, I feel a sense of relief that she's allowing me
