Lunch with Clara

Sophia

“Aren’t you going to eat something?” Kieran called out behind me as I was advancing up the stairs.

I lazily turned around to face him. “I’m not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten anything today.” He scolded me like a stubborn child, a deep frown settling between his brows.

“Like you care,” I retorted as I dashed off to my room.

The truth was I got over feeling hungry hours ago and was sick at the mere thought of food. I planned to go straight to bed and rest because my every muscle ached, my back hurt, my head was pounding, and Kieran’s silent company in the car during the ride from the office to the house was more than enough of him for the day. All I wanted was to be alone and sleep.

After the relaxing hot shower, I tucked myself under the soft sheets, but my plans were interrupted by the flashing of my phone. I grabbed it from the bedside table, and for the next half an hour I watched the photos Ellie was sending, commenting on them, and chatting with my sister. She was happy;