75

“Greta, I’m home early. Where you at?” I wander into our temporary apartment, dumping my bag in the hall with relief at being back already, and push through to the main lounge, stopping dead in my tracks when my eyes fall upon two figures on the couch. My heart lurches up into my throat, and I pause in shock.

“I hope you don’t mind me waiting here for you?” Yoonah stands awkwardly, dressed in his office suit, extending a hand to me as though he’s meeting a casual business acquaintance, and my eyes immediately run to Greta sitting down. She gives me a slight shrug and eyebrow raise to imply she has no idea what to say or that it’s been uncomfortable for her sitting here with him.

“Have you been here long?” I take his hand, shaking it lightly and feeling weird about this whole formal encounter. It’s not like Yoonah to be so strange, but I guess I must feel like a stranger to him now. Two years of being dea