Zeke blinked, shifted in his seat as though suddenly self-conscious under the weight of Adelle's earlier threat, and muttered beneath his breath, "Yep. Someone had a strong coffee this morning… and an exorcism on the side."
Ava didn't laugh. She didn't roll her eyes either. Instead, she stared blankly at the ceiling as if it would gift her divine wisdom. A pause lingered in the air, awkward and uncertain, until she finally let out a long, weary sigh.
"You didn't have to come here," she said, her tone even, almost too even. "But I suppose Adelle failed to contact you before anyone else did." She finally turned her head to look at him. "How's Zach?"
Zeke's lips thinned behind his surgical mask, and for once, he looked genuinely torn between diplomacy and sarcasm.
