84 - Oliver Taylor
“You look… bothered?” She looked haggard. “Didn’t you sleep well last night?” I followed up. “I worked last night.” She answered, standing up and moving towards the bed. She crawled under the blanket. “Why work so late? Weren’t you sleeping before I came to bed?” I asked. “I woke up with a disturbing thought in the middle of the night, so I went to work to find answers.” She mumbled. “Eat breakfast before you sleep. I’ll cook.” “I ate bread and had warm milk. I’ll sleep now.” “Alright.” I kissed her on the forehead before I came down. I found Alex in the kitchen, making soup. “Where’s Lee?” He asked when he saw me alone. “Want some soup? Toast?” He put them on the table and prepared me a plate and necessary utensils. “I didn’t know you can cook?” I inquired, accepting his offered
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