NADINE
I didn't think he would have kept it as there was no reason to, so why did he frame it?
I looked at the frame one more time and smiled as I shook my head.
There was no need to ask Hendrix why he kept the photo, he might get irritated and I would have to bear the brunt of his anger. I shuddered at the thought and quickly walked out.
I found my way to the kitchen and I spotted Hendrix at the breakfast table.
“Good morning,” I chirped happily and I sat down beside him. It was as if I was very comfortable with him around.
He glanced at me.
“Good morning to you too, Nadine,” he drawled in his morning voice and I smiled happily.
A breakfast of bacon and toast was laid out in front of me and I wasted no time in digging in.
I had skipped dinner last night, and I was famished.
