With Carson injured and unable to move around, Miranda had to bring their meals into the bedroom.
She set the food on a small table beside the bed.
Watching her come in and out, arranging the food, Carson felt a warm glow inside. This place, once just an apartment, now surprisingly felt like home to him.
Soon, all the food was laid out.
Miranda took a plate and scooped a generous spoonful of meat sauce for both herself and Carson.
When she handed him the plate, he hesitated for a moment.
That plate had always been hers, one she bought for herself with pretty patterns.
Yet today, she gave it to him. Carson glanced at her, then at the plate, unable to suppress a slight smile.
Miranda didn't understand what he was smiling about.
When she first arrived here, he wore a serious expressi
