Maurice sighs loudly.
Leila sets her drawing stylus down on the table with a slight bang.
"Okay." She exhales. "Out with it, Reese. You have been sighing since you sat down there two hours ago."
Maurice gives her an apologetic look. "I am sorry, honey."
"Do not just apologize. Tell me why you're restless, so I can decide whether to cancel my plan to throw something at you for disturbing my work." Leila gives him a pointed glare.
A small smile crosses his face. "How do you know disturbing your work was not the plan."
His eyes light up, fully in teasing mode.
How can I tell her that I'm restless because I'm thinking about our daughter that is no longer our daughter?
A flicker of how troubled he actually is passes behind his eyes for half a second. Leila misses it entirely. She is too busy being annoyed at him.
