“Coffee?” Julie offered as she felt the hairs on her neck rise in awareness, which meant that her brother was up and about.
Although he had probably freshened up first, she had been so deep in thought that she hadn’t heard him move.
She turned her head to face him from where she was at the stove, cooking pancakes, a rueful smile adorning her face.
And she had been correct in her guesses. Indeed, Henry had cleaned up.
She didn’t know what to think of her current love life anymore. It was beyond messed up. She didn’t have the words for it.
“Morning,” he greeted her.
“Morning,” she said right back.
“When did I get home?” He asked on a yawn.
“I came to pick you up at The Beautiful Sonata,” she told him, her face scrunching up in distaste.
“Oh, sorry,” he was quick to apol
