For the rest of the day, she mainly stayed on the sofa, not even bothering to get dressed. She didn’t eat much either, with guilt gnawing at her insides, although her curiosity did get the better of her, and she peeked in the bags Jake had left behind. He’d brought croissants, blackcurrant jam and her favourite, raspberries, for them both, as well as the makings of a full English breakfast, minus the eggs. He’d remembered she didn’t like them. She felt too bad to eat any of it though.
As the light dimmed, she slipped back into bed, but worries and doubts kept her awake, and she slept late. Having a shower, dragging on her clothes and watching the TV, were all done without the intervention of her brain. It was full of questions.
How could she face him again, after what she’d said? What would she do when he came back? Maybe he wouldn’t come back.
A knock at the door made her jump.
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