I cry myself to sleep and somehow, I still have a much more comfortable and resting sleep than the first night here. I make sure to avoid Thomas the whole day, and I manage to do so for the most of it. Sure, I catch a glimpse or two of him sitting in the living room, reading or working on his laptop, but I make sure to not look his way or start a conversation.
I spend most of this gloomy day in the kitchen, mesmerized by the rain that seems to never stop falling. I catch a glimpse or two of foxes who have come to scavenge through the empty bins and I feel a tad of pity. I know better than to open the door and feed wild beasts, but I do toss a chicken leg out the window, just before I hear footsteps behind me.
“You know-“ an unfamiliar high pitched voice rings and fills the silence of th
