"I don't get it. How do you know you don't love him?"
Eden was focusing on smothering butter on the bread in front of her as I watched her, entranced. The simple act of making a tuna sandwich was not an easy skill to master if you were Eden, purely because she was so sloppy. I cringed when she opened the can of tuna, barely draining it before she dropped it onto her bread.
My stomach churned as she drizzled mayonnaise on the top of the tuna, the bottom slice of bread now soaked with tuna brine.
Ew.
“Because if I did I would know, surely,” I sighed, stretching. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Connor and his behavior recently, so I was going to see him tonight. I was slightly nervous, but I needed to have a real heart-to-heart with him.
“When you guys first got together i
