The soft hum of the overhead light filled the modest kitchen as the clink of utensils against porcelain plates echoed gently across the table. Dinner had been relatively quiet, save for Maya's occasional hum and Nathan's slow, thoughtful chewing. Katherine sat at the head of the table, watching them fondly, trying not to let her thoughts wander too far. But they did anyway. Always looping back to the same person.
Leonard.
The fact that he now lived directly across the hall from them still sent a ripple of unease through her stomach. It was a constant, looming presence—even when the door was closed. She could almost feel his eyes, hear the creak of his shoes outside, the jingle of his keys, the click of his lock.
She blinked out of her thoughts when Maya suddenly jumped to her feet. "Nathan!" she squealed, grabbing her twin's hand. "We forgot!"
Nathan's eyes lit up as he immediately understood what she meant. "Oh yeah!"
