“You hungry?” I ask Kendra as she steps out of the bathroom. I’m sitting on the foot of the bed—chair already cleaned—wearing a pair of gray sleep pants and a white T-shirt. And Kendra is dressed in gray sweatpants and a white tank top. I smirk at our matching outfits. Kendra nods in response to my question, even as she lifts a hand to cover a yawn. “Or do you just want to go to sleep?” I smile at how cute she looks.
