Unspoken Arrangements

Chapter 203: Little Progress

I went to the kitchen.

Caspian was on a call, it seemed to be work related since he was using his low voice he subconsciously switched to, when it was work related and he held up one finger at me: *one minute*. I sat at the kitchen table and listened to the flat, which was quiet except for Caspian's murmur and the occasional sound from Brooks's corner. Page turning.