*Bianca*

Three nights.

I tapped the tip of my fingers against the edge of the wooden table. The tablecloth I’d spent hours setting up now boasted its frayed edges where I’d slowly unraveled the pieces of yarn from one another. The candles had long burned out, leaving me in total darkness.

I glanced at the untouched silverware I’d spent hours cleaning and arranging after finding them deep within the cabinets. Dinner had long grown cold, the untouched noodles ...