Myka was ready to smile and lean in for a kiss from Helena, to show her girlfriend how happy I made her to be this open and communicative with each other. But, apparently, Vincent decided to interrupt, just like a man wanting attention.
She listened and ducked and then rose again to listen the one sided argument she’d become accustomed to these last few days. She smoothed back her curly hair, did her best to tame the parts that had taken advantage of the moment to make a bid for freedom from her scalp.
She watched in mild shock as Helena said things Myka didn’t think the woman was capable of embracing about herself. The things she and Claudia had been trying to tell Helena all along – well, something close to it. She wasn’t taking the full blame for something that wasn’t fully her fault, and she was acknowledging what she’d done right.
Myka was a little afraid to speak up and disrupt Helena’s thoughts.
But when a moment of silence followed, Myka whispered, “Is he gone? Or still floating around?”