Przyłapałem współlokatorkę na gorącym uczynku w mojej lodówce, ale wszystkiemu zaprzeczyła – to, co tam zostawiłem następnego dnia, doprowadziło ją do krzyku

It wasn’t.

I kept them because Kayla was starting to make me wonder if I really was forgetting things.

So I counted.

Five yogurts.

Four protein bars.

Two packages of fruit.

I felt ridiculous doing it.

Mara noticed.

“What are you taking a picture of?”

“My food.”

She raised an eyebrow.

Mara didn’t push.

I think she assumed Kayla and I were having one of those petty roommate disputes that would eventually burn itself out.

Then, the chicken disappeared.

All four remaining containers.

In one day.