~Mia~
The sound of the door sweeping open alerted me to the fact that Ayden had come back inside. As I placed my plate and fork in the kitchen sink, Kay rinsed them off. Despite how much I protested and assured her that I could do it, she wouldn’t hear of it.
I was on my way to find Ayden when he walked into the kitchen. His cheeks and hands were blood red, and his nose put a clown’s to shame. When he first left the table to take the call, I assumed he was going to another part of the house. After hearing the front door open and close, I knew I was wrong.
He was outside all this time on the phone, and apparently without a coat. Why had he felt the need to take his conversation someplace else anyway? The longer I observed him, the more I worried that Izzy had made the call.
“Hey.” I pul
