Riley
The second morning, I rushed downstairs as soon as I woke up, but there was nothing, no Carl, just warm food and no note.
He was home last night, perhaps he returned late not to run into me and also left early before I woke up.
I stared at the plate, irritation curled in my chest. “Wow,” I muttered under my breath. “How generous of him,”
Going out to check if his car was in the parking lot would be a waste of time, so I ate the food anyway.
I must admit, Carl was good at cooking, the meal I ate last night was delicious, like he had cared too much about the details.
And I couldn’t throw this away because part of me hated that he could be thoughtful without actually speaking to me.
Two days, it was two entire days since our argument in the living room, and now he had preferred a
