TWENTY-SIX

TWENTY-SIX

I downed down my last egg roll and smiled at the empty plate that once had fried rice on it. Jaxon had long finished eating his food and had vanished into his office because of a call. A part of me had wondered as to whether the call was more information about the mysterious Luna in Greece. I knew that we were not yet treading on the stable ground but a part of me had hoped that he could have had the conversation in the same room as I. A part of me awaited the affirmation that he could trust me. But could I trust him? I was unsure of that.

I grabbed the dirty plates that were littering the floor and walk into the kitchen, dumping them into the sink and dishwasher. I walked back and finished cleaning up the living room by picking up the packages and plastic bags and dumping them in the bin in the kitchen. I dusted my hands and walk over to the sink. I start washing the dishes that were not dishwasher safe. I needed something to distract me from everything that was happening,