"I told you, it's just me." Phoebe couldn't tell the truth, and even if she did, what good would it do?
Seeing that she wasn't willing to speak, Alexander didn't press further.
"Does it still hurt?"
"It's not that bad anymore." She shook her head. No wonder the pain on her cheek was less when she woke up in the morning.
"Make me breakfast. I'm hungry." It had been so long since he had tasted her cooking.
She didn't really want to make him breakfast, but since he hadn't yelled at her and had even helped her with the medicine, she nodded reluctantly.
After Alexander changed clothes and went downstairs, Phoebe had already finished making breakfast. There was still half an hour left, and she should be able to make it to school in time. She grabbed her things and was about to leave, but j
