Touko busied herself with the coffee pot, trying to think nice thoughts about the woman on her couch.
Her mother had told her plenty of adages about what happened when you thought mean things about people. But then, Mother had been a doormat, keeping all her tears quiet and hidden when Daddy cheated on her.
Amon wasn't fucking Robin. She knew that, at least. He would be too smart to reveal anything, but Robin wore her emotions the way she wore her hair – cryptic and obvious.
Touko kept her back to the girl, trying not to think about it.