I returned right in time for dinner that the cook had prepared. It was only June and I at the table and we ate in silence without her making any rude remarks.
She kept swiping through her phone at intervals and smiling. I had the urge to roll my eyes as I guessed she was smiling at her abusive boyfriend's texts.
She left the dining table for her room without eating up to half of what was on her plate. She was just like Angela, my stepsister. Angela ate the same way.
I cleared my plate and took two apples along with me to my room, just in case I needed a night snack. Earlier, I made a decision to cut off all junk snacks, hence, fruits seemed like the best alternative.
I changed into my night dress and sank into the soft bed. I took a bite of the apple and kept staring at the ceiling. Wh
