He woke up to the smell of garlic rice emanating from the kitchen. He sat up, wiping sleep from his eyes. Amazed that he did manage to drift off despite spending all Saturday and most of Sunday sleeping. Last night’s revelations must have taken a toll on him. He glanced at the time, 8 am. KC would be in class. He wondered how she reacted when Mark showed up today. Did she try to ask about him?
“Good morning!” His mother greeted brightly. He peeked at her face and noticed that her eyes were puffy. He wondered if she’d slept at all. She placed a plate of scrambled eggs on the table and some sausages. He frowned a little, he didn’t have sausages in his fridge.
“I brought that with me last night.” She told him, following his gaze.
“So you were set to sleep here regardless, huh?” He accused
