Myka took the Twizzlers from Claudia with a thankful smile. She tore open a corner and dug out one wand before holding it out for others to partake.
As first Claudia and then Helena spoke Myka’s eyebrows slowly crept up her forehead. She chewed and tried to keep up with what they were saying. There was a lot to take in and very little of it made more sense than what was said over the phones.
And there was something in HG’s eye that kept drawing Myka’s attention, but she felt like it might be too personal to ask about.
“Wait, slow down,” she used her Twizzler wand (her third by now) to point at each of them. “One at a time… What do you mean you and Pete have been here before? And March? What was March?” Two questions was all she could handle just then.