Overcast Mornings & Salty Eggs

Eerie. Hollow. Greg’s message. It left a sour taste in Nadia’s mouth.

“Nadia… I miss you…”

Maybe it was because she hadn’t brushed her teeth. Sour. Tired. Weary. Greg haunted her. Missing her was such a him-problem.

He didn’t even ask, “How are you? Hope you are well…”

Needy. That was what he was. And Nadia could not give him that comfort.

She got up off Jackson’s leather couch. Washed her face. Started making breakfast for them. Jackson stood by the open window. Overcast. Cool air. Sasha was still asleep - snoring away between three pillows. Better to dream.

Nadia set down the eggs and toast. They ate.

“How did you make it taste so good…” Jackson said, wolfing down the eggs. Salty. Buttery.

Nadia gave a weak smile. She had practice.

“Katherine wants to talk to you Nadia… When we head down to the club…” he said.

Nadia nodded. Head heavy. She wondered why she was so important to Katherine? Going out on a limb for her. I’m not special.

Sasha sipped her coffee. The car ride was quiet. It was if they were hiding something. Nadia didn’t feel like talking either.

Katherine sat in the office. Pristine. Neat. A white blouse. Black pencil skirt. Jackson brought Nadia in to sit and then left. It was just Nadia and Katherine.

“I wanted to show you this earlier… But I was not in a state to — but now I think you should see this,“ Katherine said.

She handed the phone to Nadia. It was a text log with Alice.