Burn

The best I could do was either a rocking chair or a bed.

I walked back out to the kitchen. Jonah and Bryce were sitting at the table with drinks.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to interrupt you,” I said, warming.

“It’s okay,” Jonah said. “Do you want something? A cup of tea?”

I shook my head. “Maybe just some water.”

He began to stand, but I stopped him.

“I can get it myself.”

He smiled and turned back to Bryce. “So what’s going on? Stop beating around the bush.”

Bryce hedged. “Is it okay to talk?”

I turned around. He was looking straight at me.

I