Leon blinked. "Milk?" he wondered under his breath, puzzled.
Sofia's lips pressed into a tight line. "Two glasses of milk," she said coolly. There was care underneath—an old habit of taking care of her little brother, even if she wouldn't admit it.
Sofia dunked the cookie again, swirling it thoughtfully in the milk before taking a small bite.
The look she gave him over the rim of her glass was careful—like she was bracing herself to be disappointed. She didn't say anything, but Leon knew that silence better than any words: Get to the point.
He watched her chew, feeling the nervous heat climb up the back of his neck. All the grand apologies he'd practiced in his head seemed to evaporate. He grasped for anything that would sound halfway sincere and not pathetic.
