On Sunday, Heather came in a more cheerful state. She brought a large bouquet and placed it on the nightstand. When she arranged them in a vase near me, I didn't take my eyes off her.

Heather glanced at me and smiled, realizing I was watching her movements. When she was done, she took out a food box. I groaned at the contents of fresh vegetables. She invited me to enjoy them, but I refused.

"Did you think I'd bring steak, bacon, ham, or pizza? You can only enjoy those after you ...