Lucian descended the stairs. The house was completely silent, no sound of Bella’s quick footsteps chasing after him. It was Saturday; he wasn’t heading to the office, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t work from home.
For a brief second, he regretted letting her leave.
“Lucian,” Margaret said, “Bella prepared food for you before she left for camp. She asked that you eat it.”
Lucian glanced at the food on the dining table and walked over. He rarely ate breakfast…not because there was none, but simply because he didn’t want to.
He sat down and looked at the plates. The food was still hot.
“What time did she leave?” He asked. “The food is still very warm. Are you lying for her, saying she prepared it when it was actually you?”
“I only microwaved it. I would never lie to you,” she replied.
