“Addison?” Dillion called my name as his soft hand laid over my knee, which brought me into a jolt of surprise. He apologized quickly before asking his question once more if I had been alright. I informed him I was well, just had difficulty sleeping, before my eyes caught sight of Easton making his way through the back of the home and into the kitchen, unaware or uncaring of my presence. I had a difficult time focusing on the conversation throughout breakfast before finally seeing a window to make an excuse to rise upwards from the table and towards the kitchen.
“I am sure that Renee can get it-” My mother urged, seeing through my transparent desperation as both Dillion and Cliff were in the middle of a courteous yet heated discussion about golf.
“I need to.” I explained as she gave a
