Gina.
The next morning, after taking my bath and putting on a nice housedress, I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
I was making some breakfast sandwiches and fresh orange juice. I was just about to get done when I heard the front door open, followed by three pairs of footsteps heading my way.
I needed no one to tell me who they were, as their scent and aura already gave them away.
As soon as they got to the kitchen, Denver and Derrick stayed at the entrance, resting their backs against the wall, while Devon walked to where I was.
There was a general feeling of uncertainty in the air.
“Hey, good morning,” Devon said, and he was going to touch me, but he wasn't sure of my mood, so he decided against it.
And settled for watching me put the final touches on the breakfast table
