*Michael*

“I really don’t feel like cooking, do you?” Shelby asked as she walked out of the bathroom and sat down next to me on the couch. The day had been stressful, and I could tell it was taking its toll on her. Her eyes had dark circles underneath them, making the thin skin look almost bruised.

“No, I don’t. Do you want me to order something? What sounds good?” I asked her, pulling her feet into my lap. I began to massage the ball of ...