Kafka glanced around the kitchen, the morning light casting soft shadows across the counters, the room quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge.
His eyes swept the space, checking for any sign of Abigaille, but it was just him and Olivia, her body still close to his, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
"Hey, Mom." He said, his hand resting on the table, his gaze settling on her. "Where's Mom? I haven't seen her all morning. She go out or something?"
Olivia snapped out of her daze, her body straightening as she blinked, her hands pausing mid, fidget. She looked at Kafka, her heart still racing from their kiss, her mind flickering back to the heavy conversation she'd had with Abigaille earlier.
"Oh, um, Abi..." She said, her voice soft but steadying, her fingers brushing her hair back. "Yeah, after we talked this morning, she said she needed some time to clear her head. She said she was going to visit someone and left pretty early."
