She’d barely slept the entire night. Her eyes felt swollen and gritty. Nathan had remained downstairs, awake and on guard. I’d rather he’d held me. I missed his arms around me. Sara sipped her coffee and watched the early morning light creep through the bare branches of a big maple tree. Things always look brighter in the light of day. Maybe the situation isn’t as dire as he thinks. I’ll call the bar and see if someone turned in my wallet. Nathan appeared in the kitchen, fully dressed, boots and all. She noted that his boots were dry. “How do your clothes stay clean?” Sara asked. Nathan shrugged. “Does it matter?” “No, just making conversation.” She watched him retrieve a cup from the cabinet and pour himself some coffee. Such a normal human thing to do. “So, find any serial killer finches flying around my backyard?” Nathan slammed his cup down. “This is nothing to joke about, Sara.” Crossing his arms, he did his best to glare at her. “Well what else am I going to do, Nathan, cry?
