The morning after, I woke up alone. I found Nolan in the kitchen making bacon and eggs. I waited patiently for him to finish cooking and come sit down. He handed me a plate and sat next to me at the counter. There was only the sound of our forks clinking against our plates as we ate. He caught me staring at him but he didn’t look happy. “Everything ok?” I asked. “Yeah. Of course.” He replied looking down at his food. I didn’t regret a thing…but did he? After breakfast, I found that one of my plants had leaked all over the rug in the living room. While I was cleaning up, Nolan got ready for work. As he was leaving, he quietly said, “I’ll see you when I get home, Jane. We should talk.” Then he grabbed his keys and walked out the door before I could say anything else.