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

A few seconds passed.

Then, I heard the container open.

Silence.

Absolute silence.

I almost smiled.

I’d circled the missing food.

The yogurt.

The chicken.

The snacks.

Everything Kayla had told me I’d probably eaten and forgotten.

“Since you’re going through my food, I put a special surprise in it.”

At the bottom, I’d written one more line.

“Now tell me again that I imagined it.”

I heard fast footsteps in the hallway.

Then, Kayla appeared in my doorway, holding the open container.

I looked at the container in her hand, then at her.

“What is what?”

“This.”

She held it up.

“This stupid note. These receipts. What is wrong with you?”