I’m broken, Jack

Daisy

I was still sitting on the bed, legs pulled up to my chest, picking at the thread on the corner of my blanket. I hadn’t even realized how long I’d been staring at nothing until a soft knock pulled me out of my head.

I blinked, then slowly got off the bed, dragging my feet toward the door. It was definitely Hope, bringing my food to me. I heard the doorbell not quite long so I know she got the delivery already.

I opened the door and saw Jack standing there. He had a food box in one hand and the other tucked in his pocket. He smiled when he saw me but I could tell he was smitten by me. He was trying hard to act normal but the look on his face betrayed him. At one point the smile turned a little uncertain, like he wasn’t sure if I’d slam the door in his face or invite him in.

Of course it was Hope. She definitely called him here. When she left earlier, she gave me that look she gives when she’s cooking up something. I’d rolled my eyes at her, but deep down, I knew she wasn’t going