47. Home cooked meal

It was odd to see that I was not given the opportunity to do the smallest of tasks. He didn't even allowed me to cook. Why? Because he was eager to prove himself? Was he eager to buy me? Did he truly think that a cooked meal would do this?

I sit in silence as I watch him feel the potatoes and smash the garlic. He doesn't say much either. He's really focused on the food and he doesn't give me snarly comments either. I want to help. I truly do! But instead, I turn on my heels and walk back into our bedroom. I had to get used to the fact that this would be our home from now on. For how long though? Will we really live here from now on? My heart tightens as I look out the windows to the unending water and I feel, once more, small and lacking.

This whole place was a piece of a castle. Even if it looked like nothing but a wooden cabin, the walls were thick and insulated, the furniture was still expensive as fuck. The woodframes, the wooden furniture was all hard wood stained in dark brown c