Chapter 11

I sigh and move to open the cupboard where we keep the cereal boxes, disinterested in his meltdown. He has them every so often, and I have learned to blank them most of the time.

“This is supposed to make me feel better about being so far away? Are you sure everything’s off? The fire is out? Sophs?” He groans and mutters to himself incoherently as I ignore him. I smile when I find that he’s bought me lucky charms and left them beside my favorite bowl.

I love how thoughtful my cutie is.

“Shhhhh. I’m not completely useless. I’ll let Janetta cook next time; I mean, she is the cook after all… that’s what you pay her for.” I answer pointedly, not getting what his problem is. It’s not like I didn’t put it out. He takes a long-exaggerated, breath as though trying to cool his reaction and curb that famous Carrero temper.

“I love you, but sometimes… Sometimes, Sophs… I honest to god feel like you make me crazy. I’m calling her to get her up to check that you have elim