I was lazily lying on my stomach on our living room couch on a Saturday evening, with no idea what the cooks on the TV screen were actually doing, since the Advil I took a few minutes ago hadn't started working to resolve my intense stomachache.
"You look utterly miserable. What's wrong?"
Did I forget to mention Caden's home?
Well, yes, he is, and surprisingly, he hasn't brought any damn engine around.
But, of course, he would take advantage of my lowest moment in life and make fun of me.
After the first time we ever tolerated each other, the silent war continued the next day. Caden made sure of it when he added some bleach or whatever to my multicolored dresses in the laundry room, turning them into some weird-looking materials. I didn't even confront him about that. I know he's tr
