At that point, I was not sure anymore. Something was definitely off with Cora. Maybe she was mad at me for making her run around after Dakota all day and taking it out on her sister instead. If that was the case, then I really needed to stop relying on her so much.
"So," I said, trying to ease the tension a little. "How have you been?"
Esme's expression changed instantly, and her smile returned. "Ah, well… I'm good. You?"
"Same," I replied. "A bit tired, but I'm good."
She watched me take a sip and nodded lightly. "Being good is good, yeah."
Esme came back with another glass of orange juice, handed one to her sister, and then sat down beside me again. This time, though, she leaned back into the couch instead of leaning toward me. She took a quiet sip, and I could tell her mood had taken a hit from all of this. I was starting to wish I had just gone straight back to the penthouse instead of coming inside.
"Well," I said after a moment. "How's the computer? You liking it, Esme?"
