Chapter5

#Chapter5

I’m sorry

Lucille

I awoke to find flowers on my nightstand. I pulled the card out of them and looked at it with confusion. The small card read, get better soon.

I had no energy to deal with who gave me flowers. I used the bathroom, took my meds, and fell asleep.

A few hours later, I laid in bed like a lump. Someone knocked at my door.

/"Come in./"

I coughed. The door opened to show Grayson holding a brown paper bag. I sat up and looked at him, bewildered. He took a seat on my bed, setting the bag down and pulling out a styrofoam container. He removed the lid and handed it to me along with a plastic spoon. I took it and looked at him.

/"You brought me soup?/"

/"Chicken soup which is the best food when you’re sick./"

/"What’s the catch? Are you going to give me a bunch of tasks when I return?/"

I furrowed my brows at him. I didn’t trust Grayson because he isn’t a sweet guy.