RIVER
The doorbell rings, and I get up, walking over. The food must be here, and Taylor takes it as his cue to get plates out. After I suggested we have breakfast, we stayed on the couch in silence as we both stared at the image moving on the television screen.
I could not even remember what the show was about, but we both sat there watching as if we were comfortable.
“I will get the plates.” Taylor’s voice finally broke the silence as I pulled the door open.
“How…” My words stopped in my throat when I realised that instead of the breakfast delivery guy standing outside. Vanessa is staring at me with her hair in a bun on the top of her head.
Her eyes widened as the bag in her hand dropped to the ground, the contents of the bag spilling against the ground, soup spilling out.
“You! Why
