Orders from a mother
Myra sat at Kevin's table a while longer, trying to wrap her head around what just happened.
Why did Kevin run out the door in such haste? It was almost 7 pm. Who was he going to meet this late?
Myra massaged her temples in frustration. She only wished she had the resources to track him to know his whereabouts. But wouldn't that be termed stalking?
It was too early in the relationship to be having trust issues. Myra stood up, clearing the plates. It would be best she let him return and explain things himself.
She returned to her room and sat at the table, trying to read a book in order to wait up for Kevin. He was taking too long.
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The next time Myra opened her eyes, she was on the bed, her alarm pinging beside her.
She sat up to turn off the alarm, lifting the duvets in shock. The last thing she remembered, she was reading at the table. How did she get into bed?