It has been a year since Annalise Montgomery lost her fifteen year old sister Lilly in the middle of a sunny day when she was waiting in a parking lot.
Annalise takes the case into her control when the police are empty handed. No leads, no traces, n...
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There's a loud crashing noise that forces my body to jolt upright. I hadn't realised that I was asleep, and I can't remember when I had curled up on the sofa.
My heart rate was thumping quickly against my ribs, aching them. My mug that was in my hands is nowhere in sight. And somehow, my throw blanket that is normally at the foot of my bed is on top of me.
There's a hiss from the kitchen that has me sitting up further and spinning around to see what it was. "Shit, sorry." It's Scott Walker. In my kitchen.
The last I remember, he left to go grocery shopping. I mustn't of locked the apartment door, hence how he's let himself in.
"I didn't mean to wake you." His green eyes stare at me from across my small home, his actions freezing. My kitchen island is covered in various things- foods.
Even though I had gotten some sleep to recover from last nights lack of, I still feel overwhelming tired. It wasn't enough. The windows show me the darkened sky. "What time is it?" I can't help but let out a small yawn, covering it with my mouth.
I peel the blanket off me, and stand, needing to stretch my legs. "Nearly five." At his answer, I wondered how long he'd been back to find me asleep on the sofa.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep." I tread over Scott, noticing that my shoes and socks too were missing. He'd taken them off.
"It's okay. You were tired." I am still, but I reframe from saying it. I glance down at what he is doing, spreading out vegetables, bowls, my chopping block that has never been used, and knives. "Your frozen meal in the freezer was a vegetable curry. I assumed you like it, so I went and got everything to make it from scratch. And garlic bread on the side."
He'd thought it through, and paid so much attention. It took me a moment to register it. That he'd considered what I liked, and acted on it.
I round the island to the side where he is. "I can't cook to save my life, but would you like some of my hopeless help?" I'd feel horrible to sit back and watch him juggle all of this.
He's already set up the pans and turned on the stove to heat it. "You don't cook regularly?" He takes a moment to stop pulling vegetables out of the grocery bag, to turn his shoulders towards me.
I shake my head and look down at the shiny bell pepper that is standing upright. "I don't cook at all. Can't. I normally just have those meals in the freezer. It's easy. Throw it in the microwave and it's done."
