Daniel and I eat quickly and in silence, but as we do I can sense a shift in the energy between us. I know, somehow, that after a few minutes we’re on the same team again, despite our differences. I smile at Daniel, unseen, as he pops a slice of bacon into his mouth, newly determined to do better at making sure he’s okay.
Once I’m finished eating I stand and move around the table, leaning down to give Daniel a kiss on the cheek. “Have a good day, Daniel,” I say quietly to him, my hand on his shoulder. “We’ll hangout tonight?”
Daniel looks up at me and gives me a little smile and I wrinkle my nose at him before I leave the room. As I pass through the kitchen door, though, I let my face fall, no longer needing to put on a happy expression for him. Instead, I feel my face settled into worri
