Page 3 of Until I Find You

Abigail’s busy with school.

Dad and Sonia are as much in love as when they first got together.

These people, my family, are amazing, and I know I can count on them. But I don’t want to be a burden. I don’t want to be a dark cloud on their happiness.

Dad catches my eye from the end of the table, his dark eyes flaring. “You’re not eating.”

Dad really has changed since Sonia came into his life. Before, he was never the kind of dad that was there for us or cared if we ate.

“Big lunch. This is delicious, though.”

Sonia perks up from what little is left of her fries, a massive burger, and a milkshake. “If you’re done, maybe you can start on the coffee? Youarethe best at it after all.”

I smile. A genuine smile for the first time today. “I’d be happy to.”

Dad bought a fancy espresso machine when I was a teenager living with him full-time. A beautiful La Marzocco. So, as soon as I get to the kitchen, that’s what I start with.

He always keeps things for coffee well-stocked so he can take advantage of my talents while I’m here.

The weight of the day lifts as I work.

Coffee, I believe, is the great equalizer. Most of us drink it every morning. And I don’t care if you drink shitty office coffee, crappy big chain coffee, or artisanal single brews, coffee brings us together.

I can count on at least one smile a day thanks to coffee.

When I turn around, Seth is in the doorway, holding a pile of plates, a smug smile on his face.

I frown. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to watch theartistat work.”

I roll my eyes. “Creep.”

He laughs and goes to the sink with a stack of dirty dishes. “Seriously, dude. It’s kind of beautiful.”

“Should I tell Bridget she needs to be jealous of me?” I tease.

Seth chuckles. “Sorry to disappoint, Jack, but you’re not my type.”

The machine starts to putter and hiss, coffee starting to stream into the pot.

He gets busy with the dishes. “So, what’s up with you?”

“What do you mean?” I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the counter.

He throws a wary look in my direction. “You’re kind of distant today.”

“I’m always distant.”

“More than normal, then.” He shrugs.

I gnaw on my lower lip. I’m afraid if I tell anyone what I’ve decided, they’ll talk me out of it. Or I’ll lose my nerve.

However, Seth’s one of my best friends. And he knows what it means to go against the status quo. Maybe he’ll have some wisdom to impart.

“I’m quitting my job.”

Seth turns around, his blue eyes bright. “About time!”

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