FOUR
Four.
When Carter greets his mother, he grins.
When Cat greets her son, she just stares.
“How did you know I had feelings for Kara?”
Carter came forward, hugging her tightly, before whispering in her ear, “Because you trusted me with her, and you don’t even trust yourself.” He pulled away, taking one of her hands. “So, will she be coming around more often?”
Cat looked over to where her assistant usually sat, knowing Kara was far away by now. She’d been watching Kara for years, and knew everything she could discover by doing so. She knew how Kara liked her coffee, and how her largest drawer was full to the brim with snacks that she devoured throughout the day, and would fill up the next morning if she wasn’t straggling. She knew that she used her thumbs regularly while typing and her ring fingers on the mousepad, and that because of it her hands only curled inwards when she was moving her mouse. She knew that she hated her chair, that it dug into her back while she sat back, but didn’t get a new one because the pressure helped her think. Thinking on that made Cat realise with annoyance that she probably didn’t get back pain at all, due to her nature as an alien.
“Mom?”
“We’ll see,” Cat murmured, before pulling Carter towards her elevator. “Let’s go home.”