Jack
Coming home had changed. Instead of coming home to eat, shower and sleep, I was now coming home to someone. Suddenly it was exciting to return to the house, to climb up the stairs, to knock on her door. She was sitting on the bed against the headboard with the laptop balanced on her thighs.
Phoenix was lying beside her with his head on a pillow, wearing a blindfold, looking completely content. Now, that might seem like a strange scene to walk into, but it made perfect sense to me, given the context of our recent interactions. I silently congratulated Nix on finding a way to make her feel comfortable with his presence next to her.
I didn’t want to disturb that peace, so I chose to draw up a chair and just sit near her and relax while I watched her work. Normally she kept a
