Moving about the kitchen, Erin at my side, clearing the final scraps from the table, I lift my head and gaze around the room, noticing for the first time that the girl from last night, Griffin's sister, hasn’t joined us to eat breakfast and is nowhere in sight. Turning to find someone to ask about her, I see Olivia over by the stove, dressed in a simple green blouse and dark slacks, her light hair swept up into a bun, brewing a new pot of tea,
"Morning, Olivia," I called to her, moving in her direction.
"Morning Ava, how are you feeling today, love?" She asks, turning around, a look of concern crossing her face.