I didn’t respond to his last words. Instead, I turned away and focused on the closet, picking out something to wear. There was no point arguing further—it would only lead us in circles. Deep down, I wondered if maybe I should start preparing myself to live without him. Because as much as he pulled me in, his walls were higher than I could ever climb.
“And what are you thinking about again?” His voice cut through the silence, smooth but probing.
I shook my head, slipping on the top I’d chosen.
“Are you upset?” he pressed, feigning ignorance.
“Why should I be? You just said the truth.” My voice was calm, though the sting still lingered inside me.
I pulled on a pair of fitted pants and turned to him. “I’m starving.”
He nodded without missing a beat. “I already called the kitchen. The fo
