Chapter 10

She woke up with a growling stomach in the early morning. Peeking outside, she made sure the guys she annoyed were gone. Once assured there is no one else there, she headed to the kitchen, finding leftover food on the table inside the food keeper. No need for lights; the light outside their garage sufficed.

Seated on the chair, she opened the food containers, the worms inside her intestine dancing wildly. She first tasted the pasta her uncle praised – delicious, undoubtedly he didn't cook it but from a town restaurant.

Grabbing a canned soft drink from the fridge, she savored the meal alone until the light suddenly turned on. Her uncle Sandro stood there, smirking.

"I've been watching you for hours; I was going to put that in the fridge," he approached, taking a seat in front of her, "tantrums gone?"

"I'm annoyed with you and your old friend. You act like you're fresh catches, but you're just left over," she retorted, visibly irritated.

"You tease me but you're so sensitive."

"I know!