It’s been a week since I stayed at Declan’s apartment. Declan has occasionally offered to help, but I politely declined. He was so kind to us, despite his frequent refusals.
I didn’t want to be a burden to him. Trisha always encouraged me to tell her what I was going through. It revealed vulnerability, and I didn’t want to appear too weak for pity.
Of course, I didn’t share my thoughts with Declan. I simply told him that I still had savings for our daily needs. I said it with conviction so he wouldn’t think I was lying.
“The food was delicious.” I popped the pasta into my mouth.
“I saw that you had a big appetite, so I bought an extra portion.” Declan spins his fork on his plate.
“Thank you, Declan. You’re so kind. I haven’t had a chance to repay you.”
“You can repay me by accepting
