Sabrina’s gaze lingered longer than necessary, evaluating, maybe assessing whether Kayla fit into whatever picture she had imagined. She wasn’t rude, exactly. Just… reserved. Guarded. As though this arrangement was something she’d agreed to out of necessity, not comfort.
Kayla brushed the uneasy moment aside, offering Sabrina a polite smile and complimenting the house to soften the atmosphere. Sabrina nodded, distant but courteous, and Mark stepped in with a warm rundown of Tommy’s routine, bedtime, snacks, favorite cartoons and was grateful she was willing to help on such short notice.