EIGHT
Rora got out of her morning shower and wrapped herself in a towel. When she turned to wipe the steam from the mirror, she froze at the sight of what was on the vanity waiting for her.
A cupcake.
Her lips parted to let more air enter her tightening lungs. She looked around the small room but was definitely alone. That bastard! He had no honor, no decency, no morals. She didn’t know who she was madder at, him for invading her personal space or herself for not realizing he would.
Snatching the cupcake, she tore the sponge to pieces to toss it down the toilet, having no intentions of eating something that could be tainted. She flushed, happy to wave goodbye to her smug ex’s intrusion.
Just as she was about to ball up the paper case, she noticed something drawn on the inside. Inspect
