Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
I’m so glad I chose to be a chef.
It’s lonely here. Too lonely.
I decide to call Sasha but she doesn’t answer. I text her telling her I miss her and to keep me updated on everything. She doesn’t text back, I’m guessing she’s busy so it doesn’t upset me too much. Sasha would never purposely ignore me.
At least I have all of my things now. The first thing I do is place a photo of me and Caleb at the beach on my nightstand and then I get to work on the rest.
The best part and the worse part about falling asleep tonight, is falling asleep seeing my fiancées face.
The worst part being that when I wake up, his face is still just a picture.
It’s been two whole days and the only person I’ve spoken to is Sasha. She’s fine, worried about me and my sudden decision to up and leave but she understands. Jeanine has been busy and has said hello and goodbye but that has been the extent of our conversations.
I’m going stir crazy, Nathan is here but he’s keeping out of my way completely. When I wake up breakfast is ready for me, he skips lunch but has eaten every dinner I’ve made and left in the oven. Though I don’t know how he’s avoided me so well. Are there hidden tunnels in this house?
I’m losing it.
I need to get out but the rain and the wind are relentless and I have no car. There’s never anything on the TV, I don’t have a computer and my phone won’t connect to the Wi-Fi so I can’t do much on that.
I feel like camping out in the kitchen and waiting for Nathan to collect his dinner but that would be weird and boring. Also, what would I say to him? “Oh, umm, let’s talk?” We have nothing in common, what would we talk about?
Why’s he ignoring me though?
My boredom has reached new levels. I’m currently sat on the cold wood floor in my bedroom doing a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle. The problem is, I can’t reach the top end of it because my belly won’t let me bend that far forward. I have to bum shuffle around it on the ground like a dog.
When the doorbell rings I almost cry with relief even though I know it isn’t for me. I feel like a puppy when its owners come home. In my mind I’m screaming, ‘PEOPLE,’ all the while wagging my tail.
I’m a freak, it’s simple.
I need conversation, I need distraction. If I don’t have it, my mind wanders and I can’t control the direction in which it wanders. Caleb is becoming a more prominent thought in my mind and each day seems to be getting slower and harder. I genuinely thought I was finally in a good place. Not because I’m happy or even content but because I have the strength to keep myself out of bed throughout the day.
Pulling open the door I look at the red haired, plump woman holding up a huge tray of what looks to be lasagne. “I’m a friend of Jeanine’s, she told me there was someone knew in town.” She glances at my belly. “Someone new and pregnant. I couldn’t help but be nosy.”
“Hi,” I say with a nod.
“Oops, I forget my manners sometimes, my names Paula. I live three houses down from here with my two dogs and my husband Michael.” She reaches out to shake my hand. “I brought you lasagne.”
I’m about to take it from her when I feel him right at my back, “Hello Paula.”
“Hello, Weston,” she greets him coolly. I’m wondering what’s going on with her calling him by his last name, I don’t ask. “I was just greeting your new lodger here and offering her some of my famous lasagne.”
“How kind,” he says but he sounds far from sincere. “Allow me to take that.”
She passes him the dish, “So, I was thinking that I’ve not seen you out and about.”
“Mrs Harris is always out and about,” he says close to my ear, his warm breath making the strands at the side tickle the back of the shell and I feel my lips twitch. Mostly at his words but also at the ticklish feeling.
She scowls at him but her eyes soften when they come to me, “I wondered if maybe you’d join me tomorrow at noon. We could go for lunch, I’ll take you on a tour around town. I’ve heard you’ve only seen the inside of the doctor’s office and Darla’s Elegance.” The clothing store I assume she means. I didn’t pay attention to the name, I knew it wasn’t a cheap place though.
That would be better than finishing the puzzle I have no interest in. I nudge Nathan with my elbow, he sighs dramatically, “If you want to go then go. You can take my car.”