It’s been a week since we were dumped at Sky House. Fortunately, Maven and I don't see each other much. He wakes up at around 6 AM to have breakfast and then goes straight to his room after. To work, I presume. I usually wake up at the same time but to avoid running into him, I go downstairs at 7 AM when I knew he had already locked himself somewhere. He finishes work until late at night, so I don’t worry that we’ll see each other at dinner.
For the past few days, I’ve been eating heated canned food or fried fish. Sometimes I only ate bread. Cooking, sadly, was one of the many things I couldn't do. Kevin used to cook for us when I was young. He did all the chores and insisted I focus on my studies. I didn’t argue. I didn’t like cooking anyway. But now, as an adult, I regret it. I should h
