Henry
Seeing Liz like that, vomiting, made me sick; I felt like it was my fault.
I just wanted to take care of her. I hoped she felt that when we bathed together. It had been a long time since we enjoyed time together that wasn't about s*x.
A few hours later, I woke up and realized that Liz wasn't in bed. I got up and went to the bathroom in her room, but she wasn't there either.
I tiptoed down to the kitchen, and there she was, looking beautiful and eating a piece of chocolate cake at 3:00 in the morning, which was unusual.
She was focused on her cake.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" She was startled by my question, but she didn't look at me and kept staring at the cake.
"What are you talking about?" She feigned ignorance, and I sat next to her.
"You're acting strange.
