Angeles
They didn't come back, none of them did, up until dinner rolled around and the door opened to show Faith. My heart hung in my chest and she tucked her hair back with a bag in her hand. "It's Chinese. I hope you don't mind." She said placing the two cups down and then the bag.
She kept her back to me and I didn't say anything, I just watched her put egg rolls on a the styrofoam plate before she brought the bed tray and placed it down over my lap before putting the plate on it with the drink beside it. "You seem like the type who only drinks unsweetened tea." She said with a small smirk.
I realized she wasn't upset. Why isn't she upset?
She sat back and opened her little takeout box of Chinese food and her chopst
