The following morning, I woke up alone, languid and slow. From the unkempt part of the room and the silence, I knew Clarissa wasn’t here. I didn't linger on that for long as I pushed myself off the bed and went about my morning routine. I stared and watched as my hands performed the routine tasks on autopilot. It almost felt like I was watching someone else. When I came out dressed to go out, I heard a knock on the door.
“Enter.” I knew it wasn’t Clarissa. Instead, it was Nerissa, her sister. She mutely placed the tray on the coffee table and asked, “Would Luna like me to assist in something else?” I could hear the curt tone under the polite decorum. I shook my head. “Thank you but that will be all.” She didn’t wait around. I regarded the food tray for some time before sighing and sittin
