Rachel Cooper

Devon's Pov

My stomach grumbled Forcing me out of bed, finally hungry enough to make myself something to eat. I sluggishly dragged myself to the kitchen swinging open the cabinets contemplating what would be the quickest meal to prepare. Normally I would have woken up to a full set of breakfast waiting for me but, the cook just had to travel. 

Dona and I took turns making meals for ourselves for the whole week she would be away, but seeing that her and I aren't on speaking terms she must've made just one serving of food for herself. A sigh escaped my lips as I took out the box of instinct macaroni and cheese, regardless if she had eaten or not I'll still make a meal for her. Just in case.