-Jacey-
I spent most of the evening crying into my pillow. How could Caleb have said that? He made it sound as though I didn’t care about our family at all.
The only times I left my bed were to go to the bathroom. Luckily, I had an en suite, so I didn’t have to go out into the hall and risk running into Caleb.
At some point, I heard a scraping sound near my door, but Caleb did not try to knock or come inside. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed.
I crept to my door and opened it. No one was there. I was just about to close the door when I saw a food tray lying on the floor.
Grilled cheese, a glass of milk, some potato chips, and carrot sticks.
Tears welled in my eyes again and I picked up the tray and went into the bedroom, closing the door with my foot.
I sat on the bed
