Liam walks into the living room and hesitates when he sees Maeve already busy in the kitchen.
He swallows and continues walking toward her, his eyes on the floor rather than forward.
Maeve is focused on making breakfast, but she catches Liam hesitating out of the corner of her eye. She almost drops the bowl and whisk she is holding before her reflexes save her.
She returns to whisking the eggs, head down, eyes fixed on the bowl.
"Good morning." Liam murmurs.
"Good morning." Maeve replies, equally mumbled.
Silence.
Awkward.
She continues making breakfast for Theo in silence, her movements quick, efficient, and practiced.
Liam continues standing there saying nothing. Like an idiot. He thinks it himself. But he has no choice. What happened that night is still fresh in his memory.
And in Maeve's too.
Her gaze flickers to that one spot in the living room.
Liam catches it.
Their eyes meet.
Both go pale and look away.
Liam's ears are ringing.
