I sat on the bed for a long time after Carson left. I didn’t know what to think because everything felt strange.Starting from the way he talked, the way he looked at me and the way he avoided questions.
It was like he was trying to be nice but something about it didn’t feel real.
"I don’t understand this man," I muttered to myself.
While still thinking, my stomach made a little sound which made me realize I hadn’t eaten anything all day. I stood up and walked to the kitchen.
I opened the fridge and saw a plate of food wrapped neatly. There was a sticky note on it.
Eat this. It's best to relieve you from the stress and I don't want you falling sick……………..Husband Carson”
I stared at it for a while. I didn’t know whether to smile or frown.
"Is he being caring or is he just pretending?"
