“You’re probably right,” Peter laughed. “Gotta say, not my favorite part. I thought worrying about you was a full-time job, but those two… man… it never stops.”
Peter shook his head with a smile, but Myka looked away. He let go of Peter’s hand and returned to the sink. The dishes were done, so he instead started scrubbing the sink. Peter noticed that something was off.
“Myka?” he called. “What’s wrong?”
Myka didn’t respond at first. But after a few silent moments, he gripped the side of the sink and took a deep breath.
“I know things have been busy,” he said. “That you have been focused on putting everyone back together, and we haven’t had much of a chance to talk through a lot of things.”
Peter furrowed his brow and moved toward Myka.
