We spent every minute of those next few days together.
Darren bought exact duplicates of every single thing I had moved out, and put each one right back in the exact spot it used to be.
It was as if I had never left at all.
He cooked every meal himself, trying out all kinds of different dishes just for me.
He would even ask anxiously, "Sandra... does it taste exactly the way you remember it?"
I just ate in silence, not giving him even one look.
His head would drop in disappointment, but the very next day he would try all over again.
There was only one bedroom in the apartment. Darren refused to sleep anywhere else, so I ended up sharing the bed with him.
Thankfully, he never tried to touch me in any way I didn't want, or I honestly think I might have hurt him badly.
But he certain
