Chapter 13
Spyros tried to put the thoughts of that last encounter in his kitchen and busied himself with fixing up some hot chocolate. Coffee would have been more preferable, but Spyros had forgotten to replenish his supply. There was a scrape of a chair, and Spyros glanced over his shoulder to see Michael sitting at the kitchen table. With a jolt, he realized he didn’t find the sight intrusive. In fact, it was almost natural to see him there, in Spyros’ kitchen, like he had always been there