For the next few days I didn't see or hear from James. At some point I felt guilty. A few times I missed him. He had stayed to his words and mine by leaving me be. Still, I was convinced that I did the right thing by pushing him off.
I didn't need that kind of distraction in my life, especially not right now.
I came home from work very late because I had to finish up all my work before going back home to start my weekend. I wanted to try and have a restful weekend without work at least. I locked the door behind me and dropped my bag on the small table in my living room then went to the kitchen. I was hungry aand I wanted to eat.
I'd bought food over the week, enough for the whole week knowing that I might not have any time to cook anything. I took out the seventh takeout and put it in
