She sat on the family room couch with her legs curled under her. Being in the dining room made her stomach heave, so she let Mallory go in there and look around on her own. Leah sipped, letting the steam spray her face though she doubted she’d ever be warm again. “Thanks for coming.” “You’ve said that five times now. Once more and I get my pre-teen girl on and pull your hair.” Mallory walked back in with a folder in her hands. A stack of papers hit the coffee table a second later. “It’s really late.” “Technically at this point I think it’s really early.” She dropped in the chair across from Leah, delivering one of her exaggerated sighs. “I wasn’t busy anyway. And even if I were it wouldn’t have mattered. You were crying, which was a pretty momentous occasion. And by momentous I mean shitty.” Leah eyed Mallory over the top of the mug. “I would not waste tears over him.”
