Winter turns her head at a snail’s pace, like she’s resisting a force that’s overpowering her. Our eyes meet. Vivi is asleep in my arms, but Winter’s attention is on me. I can’t quite place the look on her face, and I do my best to keep my features casually blank. Try to put on a smiling face and not give away to a lively group of happy people that being referred to as a business partner makes me want to flip the fucking table.
