Camilla
Cain insisted that we cook something to top up with the wine before we discuss anything about my disappearance, but with the way he is consuming the wine, I doubt it will make it to brunch. My feet dangled from my position on the kitchen island as I nursed my glass of milk. "That's your third glass, you'll end up getting drunk before brunch is ready, and it's bad enough that you're the one preparing it."
"Your disappearance made me tolerant to alcohol." was his only response as he refilled his glass again. "Help me with the plates."
I jumped down from the island and picked up two plates from the top kitchen unit, I arranged it on the island while he dished pasta into the plates. I told him earlier before he started cooking that I'm not hungry, but he got upset, with the excuse t
