Sera pulled at her interlaced fingers as she mentally prepared herself to release whatever secrets she held. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath she took to calm her fears. I could only imagine how she tried to align what she wanted to say with what she needed to, or maybe even just how to go about putting it into words.
I'd given her some space since we came in, but now that I sat next to her at the table, a full spread of coffee at her fingertips, there was no reason to leave this spot anytime soon. I'd hunkered down for the long haul, which was probably good. Something told me this wasn't going to be a quick conversation.
"It's not what you think, Bastian." Sera seemed to have rehearsed that line over and over and was well-versed in its repetition.
I didn't want to push,
