Another Fight

Damion

I rather unenthusiastically slid the bacon onto the plate of scrambled eggs before calling Oliver to eat breakfast. I wasn’t feeling all that hungry myself and stuck with my coffee. Because I wanted to give him the idea of normalcy, I sat down at the table with him.

“You’re not hungry?” he asked curiously.

I shook my head. “No. I had some toast earlier.”

“Did you already feed the horses?”

I nodded. “I did, while you were sound asleep, snug as a bug in your bed.”

He grinned. “I’m not a bug.”

“I think you’re the cutest bug.”

He took a bite of bacon. “Did you make a plate for Alex?”

Hearing her name made the burning in my gut more intense. “No. She isn’t eating breakfast here today.”

“Is she going to be here for lunch?” he asked.

Listening to his questions about her whereabouts only fueled my own anger. She had flipped on a dime the day before. She’d been fine and laughing one second and then her phone rang. Instead of telling me what was bothering her, she’d run away from me. I w