C58 A Storm Within the Walls

He entered the kitchen, freezing whilst he noticed the three folks—Maria status tensely using the counter, Sophia searching out of region and inclined, and me, seated at the table, my breakfast forgotten.

Ethan’s eyes met mine, and I saw the sparkle of guilt in them. “Helen,” he commenced, his voice careful.

“Ethan,” I interrupted, suffering to preserve my composure