Chapter 2: Home

I didn’t try to talk her out of our bedroom, or to unlock the door, feeling that I deserved what I was getting. I knew that I had fucked up, so I went to the linen closet to get a blanket and pillow, then got comfortable on the couch and went to sleep.

I woke to the smell of bacon and got straight up. After dressing, I reluctantly made my way to the kitchen. She handed me a plate of pancakes and bacon and, with a mischievous smile and a tone brooking no argument said, “Here is some breakfast for you. I am going out for the day.”