When I hear water being turned on for his shower, I get right to work. Landon may have instructed me that it was not a necessity to prepare food, but I want to help alleviate some of his burden, so I grab some pasta, salmon, and vegetables, and cook. My hands move on automatic pilot as I prepare the food, but my mind is with Landon.
The water runs in the shower for almost half an hour and the sniveling little voice in my head can't help but wonder if it's because Landon is deliberately avoiding me. Again. And though the thought stings, I push it aside and try to focus on the issue at hand. I plate him up a careful meal and make my way down the hallway towards his room. I hold against the door and hear the gurgle of water still running, so I quietly slip inside and place the plate on his d
