My heels clicked on the stairs as I made my way down to the kitchen to make dinner.
Adrian was sitting on the couch, his eyes glued to the screen; he didn't even seem to notice my entrance to the kitchen until the pots made a sound.
You'll be gone soon, I thought.
And James,
He was probably in his room upstairs thinking about what to do or say to me.
I began to prepare dinner, and I lost myself in the simple, comforting tasks of cooking.
For a little while, at least, I was able to forget about the tension upstairs, and just be.
After a while, just behind me, I sensed James's presence.
I didn't know if he had been standing there for long.
But I didn't turn around or even acknowledge him.
"Hey, James, come on, Adrian called, waving at him.
The living room was filled with the sound
