I woke up with a burning hunger gnawing at my stomach, sharp and impossible to ignore. It wasn't surprising, I hadn't eaten the night before. Still, this felt excessive, like my body was trying to make up for everything I had denied it.
After a quick wash in the bathroom, I made my way downstairs. My steps were slow at first, still heavy with sleep, but the thought of food pushed me forward. Normally, I would have stayed in my room until Bertha brought something up, or at least waited until I was sure Raymond had left the house. But today was different. Today, I would do anything for fresh bacon and a strong cup of coffee.
As I stepped into the dining area, I froze.
Raymond was already there.
