Chapter 13

• When I finished changing, I thought Lucas had gone home. A few moments ago, our conversation ended in agreement, and Lucas walked out of my room. I thought he was going home with Abigail, but I found him drinking wine at the granite bar counter in the kitchen. I walked over to the fridge and opened it to check what fruit was there. I wanted some before bed.
• “I thought you went home with Abigail.” I looked at the oranges and apples to decide which one to take.
• “No, I told Abigail to go home because I needed to talk to you for a bit longer,” Lucas said, a clichéd excuse. I decided to take two oranges. I closed the fridge and walked towards the trash can not far from the refrigerator, only two steps to the left.