Sansa POV
I unlocked the door to Jason's apartment using the key Maria handed me that morning. As soon as I stepped inside, I made sure my footsteps were loud. The floor was tiled, and each step echoed across the space. Good. The noise kept my mind from drifting back to Vanessa again. I already missed her more than I wanted to admit, and I did not need any reminders waiting for me inside.
I walked through the short hallway and into the sitting room. Jason stood up from beside the dining table as soon as he heard me.
My eyes went straight to the two girls seated with him. They still had their cutlery in hand when they recognized me. Their eyes widened, they straightened their clothes, and stood quickly, almost in unison.
"Uncle… what are you doing here?" Jason asked. He noticed my attention was on them and rushed out, "They are just helping—"
