Eden's POV
“Trouble sleeping?"
Carol perches on one of the chairs at the dining room table while I have my legs kicked up on the bench, pressed to the bay window that overlooks the river. I can see her through the reflection of the window, adjusting her silk robe and folding her well-manicured hands out before her.
“Yeah," I admit, though everyone knows it already. “Just got tired of lying there, I guess."
“That's understandable," Carol hums. “How about I make some tea and we talk?"
I sulk at the thought. She catches it.
“Well, I'll make tea and we won't talk. Sound good?"
I blush but eventually nod long after she is already preparing water to boil over the stovetop. I sit back, eyeing the dark horizon and seeing it absent from the boat that was surrounded by police and coast guard
