Mia looked like she had just come from a photoshoot for a grunge magazine. Her dark hair was messy, and her expression was one of bored defiance.
When they entered, the house smelled like expensive candles and home-cooked pasta. Ellen, David’s new wife, greeted them with a warm hug, but Leo’s eyes went straight to the girl leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.
Leo pulled out the chair across from her. “My dad’s a chemist. I grew up hearing about moles and reagents instead of bedtime stories. Want some help?”