Sya's POV:

I swung my legs around, munching on the apple in my hand. I was sitting on the kitchen stool, near the kitchen island, and chatting casually with Cara as she did the dishes after dinner. I did ask her to let me help her but she refused and forcefully put me on the stool. Turned out, she was great company. She was funny, smart and I didn't even realize she was an old woman. Well, she hadn't come off that way the first time I met her anyway. A smile made its way to my lips as ...