By the time I get home, everything in me feels… drained. I barely remember the ride back. I barely ly remember walking into the house. I just know that at some point, I ended up sitting at the dining table, staring down at the plate Margaret set in front of me. But my appetite is gone again, h pick at it anyway and move the food around. Taking small bites that feel like they take too much effort to swallow.
Zane isn't here, he's usually here by now. Even if we don't talk. But tonight…..Nothing.
I glance at the empty chair across from me, a small frown forming.
Maybe he's working, maybe he's still out Or maybe....i don't know.
I push the thought away and force another bite down. It tastes like nothing.
Time passes slowly and I'm still sitting there when I hear r footsteps. I look up just in time to see him walk past the dining area. He doesn't stop, doesn't even look my way but he's dressed...Dressed like he's heading out.
I push my chair back quickly.
"Zane..."
