Chapter 704 – Just Like Old Times

• Sinclair
• “Hey baby!” I say cheerfully to Sinclair as he appears in the doorway to our room late that night, leaning against the frame and smiling tiredly at me. “Do you want some pizza?” I hold up the greasy square box perched on the edge of my nest. “There’s only half a slice left but…” I shrug, “it’s really good.”
• “No, Ella,” he replies, laughing and coming into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. “That’s your cold, hours-old pizza. You keep that for you.”