{IVANNA}
When I come downstairs for coffee, I am surprised to find Karlen already at the breakfast table. I assumed he'd still be asleep, considering last night.
"Good Morning," I say, going to the espresso machine and finding my decaf supply. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine."
My espresso brewing, I turn to face him. "You were high as fuck last night."
"It wasn't a big deal. I smoked too much in the car." His gaze finds mine and the sadness that lurks there gives me a moment's pause. What had happened?
He says quietly, "Thank you for convincing Sergio to send hima way instead of . . ."
"Of course," I say immediately, my brows flying up in surprise. Sergio told Karlen about that? "I have your back, Karlen. Always."
There isn't anything else to say, no other kind words to ease his heart.
So I focus on my espresso then took a seat next to him, waiting.
