I picked at the greasy Chinese take-out food on the plate in front of me and regretted my choice. I hadn’t liked this stuff the last time I ordered it, but it was what I had decided Victoria liked, so I forced myself to pretend I enjoyed it as if that made any sense whatsoever.
My eyes cast across from the plate of stuffy-smelling food to Blake’s hand, and I saw that there was already a blister forming on his hand here he had burned it. The burn seemed to run across the top of his hand behind the knuckles, and I guessed that he had done something as he was taking whatever he had been making us from the oven.
It looked angry and red, and I leaped up from my chair as soon as I noticed the blister because I remembered that I was supposed to cover the burn with saran wrap but we had ended up
