POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
Lewis arrived at seven. The tulips were pale yellow — the specific kind of pale yellow that meant someone stood in the shop and thought about it.
Yessica put them in a glass on the counter and didn't say anything about the fact that she noticed.
The girls were at her father's. She'd accepted Theron's offer two days ago, and she hadn't asked herself too carefully why.
They ate Thai from the containers, sitting across from each other at the kitchen table. Work. Rose taking three steps before sitting down with a look of pure self-satisfaction. Claire's horses — she was drawing them on everything now, napkins, receipts, the back of a library letter. Marcus's Christmas present disaster, which Lewis told badly and still managed to make her laugh.
Normal. C
