She peeled the cardboard tab off the box and worked the bag open with her thumbnail.

I watched her spoon the leaves into the strainer.

It was the first time in weeks she had stood in my kitchen without her phone in her hand.

“Lucas said you were at the bank all morning.”

“Closing out the trip.”

“Good.” She poured.

Steam fogged the window over the sink.

“Then we’re all set.”