Martin’s eyes swept over her bare feet, oversized tee, messy hair in a bun and then the bottle water she had gulped down.
“You hungry?” he asked.
She blinked. Loretta wanted to say no. It would definitely get her out of the situation and back to her room, but her stomach was on fire.
“A little.”
Martin nooded as he moved past her and began unpacking the bags. Tomatoes, onions, pasta, a carton of milk, frozen peas.
“I got some groceries,” he said, placing a container of milk in the fridge, followed by more foodstuffs.
“I check in the morning and it was empty since you are the one who always made sure it was not empty, but I figured...I needed to do it this time around.
"I have been busy with work," she mumbled and he shrugged his shoulders. Loretta wished she could disappear.
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