Andrew looked at her over the rim of his mug.
“Yeah. Of course.”
“Thanks.”
That was all.
No big announcement. No dramatic apology. Just a small, ordinary question she’d never thought she needed to ask before.
Then she opened the high cabinet.
The filters were on the top shelf.
She stretched up on her toes.
Missed.
Andrew started to rise from his chair.
Kayla pointed at him without even turning around.
“Sit.”
He sat.
She dragged a kitchen chair across the floor, climbed up one step, and grabbed the filters herself.
When she stepped back down, she caught me smiling.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
She looked at the robe. Then the chair. Then the filters in her hand.
“See?” She nudged the chair back into place with her hip. “Back on my feet.”
And this time, all three of us laughed — really laughed — together.
