I stayed on the bed for a while, just staring at the ceiling. My phone was beside me, but I didn’t feel like picking it up, the silence in the house was the kind that made your chest feel heavy like something was about to happen, which I can't really figure out. I remained positive hoping for the day to go smoothly with no drama.
Around 6 PM, I heard the front door open, it was Carson, he just came back.
I sat up quickly, my heart doing that stupid fast-beating thing again. I didn’t even know why I was nervous, maybe it's because I still didn’t understand him. Or maybe because he was the only one who had the power to make my world spin without doing much.
I walked slowly to the table where he was already sitting. The food was there, everything was nicely arranged. He didn’t look at me o
