Cade doesn’t say anything. I want to ask him what he’s doing to process his mother’s death, but I keep the question to myself. Standing up, I throw my plate away and clean the small mess we made in the kitchen while preparing dinner. The mess takes no time to clean up. When I finish, I find Cade staring at me from his spot at the table. Turning the sink off and wiping my hands, I give him a hesitant smile. “Need anything?” His cheeks hollow out as he sucks in a large breath. “Another loaded question.” I fold the hand towel to give myself something to do. “It doesn’t have to be.”
