Chapter 20: A Gallon of Comfort
Nathaniel was finishing up some reports when his phone lit up.
Rachel đź’™
“I know I said I’m okay, but I really really need banana ice cream. Please? 🥺”
He stared at the message, blinking a few times.
Banana ice cream?
This morning, she was practically falling apart on the phone—nausea, a headache, a fever. Now she was craving something as specific and random as banana ice cream?
Nathaniel leaned back in his office chair, lips quirking.
She must be on her period, he thought.
That would explain the mood swings. Rachel was always unpredictable when it was her time of the month. One second she was exhausted and dramatic, the next she was demanding snacks like her life depended on it. He’d seen it before—how she’d cry over commercials, then suddenly want
