The next time I woke up, it was to my bladder screaming for mercy, and my stomach making demands my mouth didn't mind filling.
Sliding out from under Luca, I quickly raced to the bathroom before finally making my way downstairs. The quiet was something new. With so many people in a single house, it was almost guaranteed to be loud. However, there didn't seem to be anyone around at the moment, and I couldn't figure out if I was happy about that or upset.
Walking into the kitchen, I stopped suddenly as Papa Khoas turned around and looked at me.
He was humming as he wiped down the bloodied counter with a bar towel, like it was any other morning. His black shirt was rolled to the elbows, streaked with something that looked suspiciously fresh. And on the table, sitting front and center next to the fruit bowl, was a face that I wasn't expecting.
Given the fact that it was still dripping, I was going to assume that this was a fresh offering.
"Is that…?"
