How are things at the apartment this week? I finally settle on because it’s less personal. Quiet, she responds. Daisy misses you. My pulse picks up. I lean forward, elbows on my knees, staring at my screen. I’ll be home before she knows it, I text back. Pippa’s response comes right away. She’s looking forward to it. My mouth curves up. “Holy shit,” Owens says down the table, pointing at me. “He smiles.” I shake my head at him, and I think I’m still smiling. “Fuck off, Owens,” I call down to him, but there’s no bite to my words. He just grins back at me.
