It was Orion.
God. I clutched at my hair, scrambling backward on my hands, my body folding. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was you." The words came out in a wheeze, tears already blurring my vision, my teeth chattering as I stared between his face and the mess on the floor.
"I'm sorry," I cried again. "I'm sorry."
He started to move toward me, and I shook my head hard, terrified. "I'm sorry," I sobbed, already imagining being hit for wasting food, the old fear rising up. "I'm sorry, I'll eat it, I'll eat it." I scrambled off the bed, dropping to the floor to grab at the scattered food before he could get angry and hit me.
But before my fingers even reached it, I was pulled away instead, hauled into a tight hug, his familiar scent wrapping around me until my shoulders sagged
