By the time I make it downstairs, breakfast is already laid out. Margaret glances up when I enter and smiles at me like she always does.
Zane is there too, seated at the table, his posture is rigid looking at something on his phone beside his plate.
I take the chair across from him and start eating without acknowledging him.
"You look dressed where are you going this morning ?" he asks.
I don't answer him, I don't have to him keeping a body guard on my trailing is already enough he doesn't get to question my whereabouts too.
I keep chewing, keeping my eyes on my plate.
Aaron stands near the doorway, pretending not to exist, which I appreciate.
Zane's jaw tightens. "Elaine."
Still nothing from me.
Margaret clears her throat and steps in smoothly. "Would you like more eggs, dear?"
"Yes, please," I say, immediately, grateful.
