Chapter 18

• STAY
• I am done washing the dishes we used for that mouthwatering omelet we had for breakfast. He is a great cook, to be honest. I give him that as well. I turn to stroll out, but I almost collide with him walking in yet again. I step back to avoid the collision.
• He has been overly quiet throughout breakfast, and I didn't meddle. At first, I was just trying to respect his space, but I am getting irritated by how this silence is becoming awkward. I am beginning to think that he lied when he said he wasn't angry. It seems like he just wanted to massage my worries. Or just so I could leave his presence. That hurts, honestly.