“Of course,” Jillian responded, voice flat. This didn’t feel real. Maybe if she kept telling herself none of this was happening….
But of course it was. The kitchen, with its expensive maple cupboards and granite countertops, was certainly real, as was Patches over in a corner, greedily crunching away on the kibble Julia had put out for him.
Julia didn’t say anything, only got up and put a couple pieces of bread in the toaster oven. How she’d figured out that was the only food her guest would be able to stomach, Jillian didn’t know. But Julia had always been like that. She took care of people.
After her makeshift breakfast was over, Jillian went back to her bathroom so she could brush her teeth. Julia had already offered to let Patches out into the yard, so he was taken care of for the i
