Truth Sets You Free

Chapter 6

Harry is sleeping peacefully next to me, but I need to get up. My stomach has been growling very loudly for the past half hour, and I need to get ready for work.

As carefully as I can, I slide myself out of Harry's loose grip around my waist and throw my legs over the edge of the bed. I grab a sweatshirt off of the chair in the corner before heading to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

After that, I slip back into my room to make sure that I didn't wake Harry. He's still completely knocked out and has resorted to cuddling the pillow next to him instead of me. I smile and turn to the door, walking down the hallway.

My feet stop when I reach Jessica's old room. The door is cracked open, and I find myself pushing it open even further. I don't know why I did that because I'm greeted with a completely empty and cold room.

I decide to back out and shut the door before I get too emotional. I need to do something with that room. It's too depressing the way that it is right now.

But who am I kidding? I can't even afford a kitchen table. There's no way I would be able to turn her room into anything.

I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. Eggs...that's pretty much all that I have...and all that I can afford.

I pull the carton out of the fridge and set it on the counter. We had omelets yesterday so maybe I'll make egg sandwiches today. I open the cabinet to get some bread, but I don't have any. I guess I'm making scrambled eggs...again.

"Eggs again?" I hear a voice behind me just as I begin cracking them into a bowl.

When I look up, Harry is standing in the doorway with nothing but his boxers hanging low on his waist. Lord, help me.

"Sorry, I haven't had a chance to go to the store." I apologize, grabbing another egg and breaking it.

"I'm not complaining." He says with a smile as he walks over to me. "But I will complain if you don't get the shell out of that one."

"What? There's no shell in this." I frown, lifting the bowl to observe.

"There most definitely is shell in that." He moves in front of me and dips his finger into the raw egg, allowing a tiny white fleck to cling to his finger. "Told you." He smirks as he wipes his hands on the towel next to him.

"Alrighty then, if you're such an expert, why don't you handle the eggs?"

"Challenge excepted." He says proudly, grabbing my waist and shifting me out of his way. "You can get started on something else."

"Right, okay...something else...uh." I look around the kitchen to see what else Harry and I could have for breakfast. "Well, I have one banana...I could cut that in half, and we could split it."

He lets out a laugh through his nose as he keeps his eyes focused on the task in front of him. I groan at myself and walk over to open the pantry. It's no surprise that it's pretty much empty.

"I'm sorry that I don't really have any other food. I've just—"

"Bella." Harry interrupts, and I turn to see that he's looking at me now. "I'd love to split a banana with you." He teases, causing a smile to spread across my face.

Looks like we're having scrambled eggs and half a banana for breakfast.

HARRY

"You have to close tonight?" I ask Bella as we come to a red light just before turning onto the street where the shelter is.

"Unfortunately, yes." She groans, leaning back against the seat. "Logan offered to do it for me, but I didn't want to make him do that."

"Why not?"