After the kids had dinner and done their homework, Cynthia saw them to bed. She had been running around all day, so she did not get a chance to practice her choreography. Once the kids were sleeping, she went into her studio.
When she finally emerged from the studio, it was almost midnight. To her surprise, the lights in the living room were still on. Kane was sitting on the couch. She had thought he would have gone to bed hours ago.
She walked towards the staircase. Before she could take the first step, he spoke up.
“Can we talk?”
She paused. Can we talk? Kane was not the kind to ask so politely. Usually, he demanded and did whatever he wanted. His tone alone made her curious.
“About what?” She was curious, but she was also tired and had no energy to deal with his bullshi
