Henry
Seeing Liz like that, vomiting, made me feel awful. It seemed like I was the reason.
I just wanted to take care of her. I hoped she felt that when we took baths together. It had been a while since we spent time together, just enjoying each other's company without it being about s*x.
After a few hours, I wake up and realize Liz isn't in bed. I get up and go to the bathroom in her room, but she's not there either.
I go downstairs and tiptoe to the kitchen, and there she is, looking beautiful and eating a piece of chocolate cake at 3:00 in the morning, which was unusual.
She’s focused on her cake.
"Are you going to tell me what’s going on?" She gets startled by my question but doesn't look at me and keeps staring at the cake.
"What are you talking about?" She pretends not to und
