FlashBack
Ellie POV
I cannot seem to get it together this morning. I have to be at the doctor's at ten, and I am running so far behind. John got up early, cooked breakfast, fed my dogs, and cleaned the house. I hate that he is cleaning the house or cooking. He works so hard. He should not have to tend to me too.
"Ellie, I have you a cup of coffee and some toast ready," John says softly through the bathroom door.
"Oh, I do not think I can eat anything," I say to him. I splash water on my face and try to pull myself together. I dab on a bit of makeup and pull up my hair. I feel like I was run over by a truck last night.
I come out of the bathroom and go into the kitchen. John is eating his breakfast. The smell of the sausage he cooked turns my stomach. "Please never cook sausage agai
