Dominic
When I walk through the door I hear the sound of sizzling, initially thinking that Eloise is cooking at this ungodly hour, but then I click into the sound of Gordon Ramsey's voice and recognize Hell's Kitchen. Walking into the living room, I expect to see her passed out on the couch but she is wide awake and munching on a bowl of popcorn. She tries to smile when she sees me but falls short. Pursing my lips, I take the place of her bowl and rest it on my lap, munching on it with her. She informs me that there is some leftover quick-spaghetti in the fridge. I tell her I ate already. She nods and says she's glad.
"You have to work tomorrow, don't you?" I ask, popping a kernel of popcorn into my mouth. "Why are you still awake?"
"I did not have a good evening, but it was my own fau
