Chapter 112.
"To be very honest with you, ren, you are growing."
Amara's voice sliced through the apartment as she slid the trays into the microwave, metal clinking against metal.
The faint hum of the machine kicked on, filling the kitchen with a low electric buzz while she wiped her hands on a towel and sauntered toward the guest bedroom.
"Girl, hope that wave is on low heat? Please, I don't want to ever get burnt cookies in my life again," Kairen warned from inside the room the moment he heard her slippers dragging toward him.
"Bitch shurrup! My house, my rules," Amara shot back. Her tone bounced off the hallway walls, big and dramatic as always. She twisted the doorknob and pushed it open with her hip.
And there was Kairen.
Sitting on the bed's edge like someone balancing on a cliff, hunched shoulders, fingers loosely gripping that golden sheet from yesterday as though it held secrets.
