Theodore
I slip into my shirt, stumbling into the kitchen where I find Gilda staring at two steaming cups with an empty look.
“Oi,” I shout out of breath, causing her to jump up.
Halting to look at her, I scrunch up my nose, taking a deep breath. “Are you alright?”
She nods, the light returning into her eyes as she forces a smile onto her lips once again. “Sure.”
Picking up the cups of tea, she empties them into the kitchen sink. “I guess I overbrewed them.” She waves dismissively as she puts up a strange expression, making me forget what I just saw in the bedroom. “Is everything alright with you? You seem quite upset.”
“Erm…” I pull at my clothes, sorting out my thoughts as I remember what just happened. “I’m not quite sure. Maybe I’m ready for the asylum for good.”
We stare at
