The merger contract ( ex-wife's signature)
I poured coffee I didn't want into a cup I didn't need and stood with my back to the room for approximately four seconds before I heard a small voice beside me.
"Is that coffee?"
I looked down.
Zenya stood at my elbow, her bunny tucked under one arm, studying the coffee dispenser with the focused concentration of someone conducting a serious evaluation.
"It is," I said.
"My mom drinks coffee." She considered this. "She says it's for grown-ups only, but I had some once when she wasn't looking, and it tasted like burnt sadness."
Something shifted inside my chest. I kept my face steady.
"That's an accurate description," I said.