A possible chance

Juss’ Pov

As I threw the seventh unrecognizable piece of toast into the trash, even Ezekiel sighed. He had been watching me for the last hour, trying to make a simple meal of toast and eggs.

One hour!

A full sixty minutes and I wasn't even close to achieving a mediocre piece of toast.

I was mentally, physically and emotionally imbalanced. That had to be the explanation for what was going on because I couldn't explain it anymore.

How had I forgotten how to make toast?????

"Are you sure you don't need my help?" Ezekiel asked me again.

Well, if you wanted to be helpful, you could have helped me escape, rather than run to Eggust. I certainly wasn’t going to forgive him for helping Eggust find me.

But instead of telling him that, I shook my head and took out another slice of bread.

"No, thanks. I can handle this."

He watched in silence and I prepared the toast and put it in the toaster.

"I think you need my help."

“You know what? I did need your help a few days b