Chapter 31: Enzo...I mean James

As I walk into the kitchen, I stop and watch Sarah as she moves about. She always has had an air of grace when she cleans or cooks, but she seems different now. Almost like… she is relying on muscle memory. A dancer who knows the moves but has no emotions attached to the movements.

“What are you doing?” I frown at her as she grabs a pot and fills it with water.

“I am making breakfast.” She says, looking at me like I’m the one that’s strange.

“Sara, I already talked to James about your not being well. He agreed you could have the day off.” I move to her and take the full pot out of her hands, placing it on the counter next to the stove.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” she sighs, her hands dropping to her sides. “I don’t enjoy appearing weak in front of them.”

I scoff.

“Weak? Are you kidding me? You are here. Alive and thriving at your job while going through the worst shit anyone, in my opinion, can go through. You are anything but weak.”

She peeks around me, looking at the empty doo