The Afterlife Of Finnick's Death: Book 2 of "The Afterlife" series

Chapter 4: Breakfast

I lay with Gale beside me, watching him sleep.

I think about the murals and what they said about me. Is that really what people think of me? Am I really like that?

I don't think that's me. It can't be.

What I really am is a scared, weak woman. What the murals said was not true. It's not who I am. Or is it?

I shiver as the cold air wisps over my shoulder. Not even that can wake Gale.

I still wonder what can.

The daylight starts to invade the darkness of the room, telling me to get up, and get ready for the day.

I get dressed, and walk to the kitchen and start making breakfast for Gale and I. The end result is scrambled eggs, bacon, buttered toast, and french toast.

Gale walks in, yawning and stretching.

"Morning, Gale." I say as I set the plates down on the table.

"You made breakfast?" He asks.

"Yeah. Someone had to know how to cook after mom and dad died."

He nods and sits down to eat.