I honestly thought the rest of the day would pass in awkward silence and stiff rules.
Mr Knight had already gone back to acting like the fall-catch incident never happened, and I decided to do the same because my brain was still confused about it.
But of course, life said nope.
I was chopping vegetables when the front door opened, and heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway. I didn't bother looking up. Probably a delivery or one of Mr Knight's suits coming back from dry cleaning.
And then I heard the tiny voice.
"Emmaaaa!"
Before I could turn, a small rocket-child slammed into my legs, hugging me like we were long-lost friends.
Josh.
The little tornado from the other day.
He looked up at me with that same mischievous smile, curly brown hair sticking everywhere, backpack hanging half open.
Terry—Mr. Knight's calm, polite right-hand man stood behind him with an apologetic expression.
