Having really only felt this nervous once before, Kara knew the news she was obligated to speak to Dean about-although she was nowhere near ready to actually accept the terms of the lost child, herself. Tears filled her eyes at the thought before the door came open to reveal a nearly nude Monique. This had been the metaphorical kick in the gut that Kara didn’t need as she took in a sharp breath from having been caught off guard before looking to Monique with a glare. The attitude Monique held as she kept the door open with her arm outstretched over her shoulders to make her appear as if she had been posing had dug deep in Kara’s heart. Any attempt to be civil had vanished as Kara felt truly lost and betrayed by Kaitlyn and Dean-once again.
“How are you doing?” She asked with a condenscen
