I pushed open the door. Warmth hit me immediately.
Grace stood in the kitchen. Making coffee like she lived here. Like she had every right to be here.
Ethan sat on the couch. Head in his hands. He looked up when I entered.
Relief flooded his face. Then worry. "Are you okay?"
"Fine. Just needed air."
"For forty minutes?"
Had it been that long?
"Your sister and I talked."
"I figured." He stood. Looked at Grace. "Can you give us a minute?"
"No." Grace poured three mugs. Set them on the table. "This involves me too. I'm staying."
"Grace—"
"I drove six hours. I'm staying." She sat. Looked at us. "Both of you. Sit."
We sat. Like children being scolded.
Grace wrapped her hands around her mug. "Let's be adults about this. Honest. Uncomfortable if we have to be." She looked at Ethan. "
