I'm So Sorry!

A week passed without incident but Josie was still waiting for something bad to happen. Things were going far too well. 

Everett was handling his job perfectly fine and had also taken over lunchmaking duty. He was trying to learn how to cook dinner too and it was super cute how hard he was trying. She felt like she was teaching a puppy waiting to be praised for doing a new trick right. 

When she wasn't directly teaching him how to do something, he was usually on his phone reading more about various topics she thought would benefit him to know in order to get by here. That was pretty much the only time she had to read comics. She kept up with the ones that were still updating as usual but also went back to reread every transmigration comic she could remember trying to do what minimal "research" she could about this bizarre situation.