Mia POV
He is already at the table when I come down.
No warning. No explanation. Just Dante Reyes sitting in the chair across from where I have been sitting every morning for four days, coffee in front of him, a folded document open beside his plate like he relocated his entire office to the breakfast table and found nothing unusual about it.
I stop in the doorway.
He does not look up.
I have two options. I can go back upstairs and wait him out, skip breakfast, avoid the confrontation, let him have the room. Or I can walk in and sit down and eat my toast and refuse to be moved out of the one routine I have managed to build in this house that feels like mine.
I walk in. I sit down.
Elena appears from the kitchen with coffee and a second plate, and she does not react to the situation at all, which tells me she knew he was going to be here and did not warn me, which I file away under Elena's loyalties and do not forget this.
I pour my coffee.
He reads his document.
