CHAPTER 238

Austin

A few minutes later, I head into the kitchen dressed in slacks and a shirt. She’s placing our breakfast on the table. There’s something entirely fucked-up with this picture and I scowl. I say nothing as she serves me and then sits on the opposite side of the table. She looks down at her plate and remains quiet. Why the hell does it even bother me?

The food smells delicious, I think grumpily. “I’m not accustomed to someone cooking for me.” It’s my white flag and she takes it by handing me a plate of bacon. I enjoy cooking for myself. After I turned eighteen, Cindy cooked for me only on rare occasions. I preferred to cook my own food and eat in my room.

I scoop eggs onto my plate along with two slices of toast. I watch her closely as we begin eating.

“What?” she finally asks.

“You’re going back to your brother in five days.” And why the hell did I need to remind her? Her expression changes completely and I swear the fucking light goes out of her eyes. What the hell did she expect