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

She hadn’t accidentally mixed up our groceries.

I worked late.

My meals were already prepared.

I wasn’t home when she wanted them.

Once she discovered that making me doubt myself ended the argument, she kept doing it.

Mara stared at her.

Kayla looked away.

“And every time she caught you, you made her think she was imagining it.”

Kayla stood.

“I said I’ll pay her back.”

She went into her room and shut the door.

The next morning, the three of us sat at the kitchen table.

I brought the receipts.

Kayla reimbursed me for everything I could document.

She added a little extra to cover for the inconvenience she caused.

We also agreed that, from then on, nobody would touch anyone else’s groceries without asking.

Mara didn’t trust Kayla anymore.

Neither did I.

For the next few days, the apartment felt different.

There were names on the shelves, milk, and leftovers.