Kyla held the door to her grandpa's home open for him, and Albert took a hesitant step inside.
"Remind me again why your grandpa won't be home tonight?" He asked.
"Last-minute camping trip with his buddies." She replied, shutting the door behind her. When Henson sent the message this afternoon, she knew it was only a ploy to avoid a continuation of the conversation they had this morning. Her grandpa was withholding important information about her current existence, and instead of opening up about it, he was running away. Ridiculous.
Albert tucked his hands in his jean pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels. "So, what is it you wanted to talk about?"
Kyla dropped her bag and keys on the island by the door and moved to the kitchen. "I need wine," she announced. "You want some?"
As she hunted for a bottle of wine and a corkscrew from Henson's collection, she sensed rather than saw him enter the kitchen. "Yeah," he said.
