Chapter 19

He chose one of my casual ‘lounging at home’ outfits, whether it was deliberate or Sarah had chosen it, but I’m comfortable. I feel much better dressed in leggings and a silky camisole under a long, oversized cashmere jumper. I pull on the long thick socks, leaving them wrinkled at my ankles. They’re my much-needed hugs from clothes I would’ve chosen myself.

The nausea, headache, and overwhelming hangover are still lingering, but that constant hunger I seem to have is starting to battle with it, urging me to eat after all. I’m unsure how well it’ll go down, but I’m ravenous despite what awaits me out in the kitchen.

I pad out into the lounge and see Jake hovering in the kitchen, messing with the expensive coffee maker and filling up the small compartments. I never see much of his domesticated side when Nora is around, but he shows his competence on the rare occasions she has a day off.

He turns with a timid smile, sensing my presence, and puts down the packets he’s