“Nico’s been busy again, huh? Making plans, scheming, staying up late. He’s in that manic phase again, isn’t he?”
“He can’t help it.”
Lene stared at me with tender eyes. “And what do youdo all day? Paint and write in your journal?”
“Yep.” I turned to my side, facing Violet-Rose. Vee looks so much like her father, it’s uncanny. She’s like a little doll version of Myles.
“Derek…Didn’t Nico promise he’d slow down?”
“Everyone is always after him about something.” There was an edge to my voice. “Including all of you.”
Lene patted my shoulder. “Defending him, as usual.” She kissed my hair and stood. “But I know you’re lonely, Derek.” I heard her walk away to the door. “And by the way, you’re not losing your mind. Just reconnecting to the essential. It happens after a trauma.”
How does she do that? She always sees right into me.8: Hard to Describe the Taste of Umami
I stepped out in the alley for some air, escaping the chaos of Split’s kitchen.