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And of course, they had breakfast without me. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“I knocked a few times, but you didn’t reply, so I let you sleep.” She got up from the bed and brushed her hands over her dress. Then she smiled at me with a tilt of her head. “Come on, let’s go downstairs. I’ll keep you company while you eat.”
“Okay. Give me a minute.”
She left my room, and I kept sitting there with my arms around the pillow. Once Wavel would go visit Jack, and Sly and I would be alone, maybe then he would realize that he didn’t need her. Maybe being jealous of Jack would finally get him to understand that I was the one he should love.
At least I cared about Sly’s feelings.
Wavel didn’t.
Otherwise, she would’ve understood a long time ago that Sly wanted to be with her.
Chapter 11
CAIA
Before I could take a bite of my toast, Mom whined about my sleeping habits. My lack of sleep didn’t bother her, and neither did the fact that I slept whenever I felt like it. It bothered her that she often cooked for five, but only four showed up to eat. It was the effort she had to put in for me when I, apparently, didn’t appreciate it.
“She must’ve been very tired, Mom. Otherwise, I’m sure Caia would’ve eaten breakfast with us this morning,” Wavel told her.
“Then she should’ve slept during the night and not stayed up too long.”
They were arguing about me while I sat there in silence, eating the breakfast my mother prepared for me with so much love.
I tasted her anger in the burnt toast, and her bitterness in the freshly pressed orange juice. If she could, she wouldn’t cook for me at all. She didn’t care if I ate or not. And to be fair…I didn’t care if she cooked for me. I could make my own food, but if I were to take anything out of the fridge, she’d freak out.
She planned all the meals beforehand, and nothing in the fridge was allowed to be taken without her permission.
Just like the cheese I used for last nights’ nach—
“And that was the last time you take things out of the fridge without asking, do you hear me? I needed that cheese for tonight’s potato gratin. Now I’ll have to go to town.”
As if it were a huge effort. She didn’t work. She never left the house other than to go grocery shopping anyway.
“I can go buy it for you if you have other things to do today, Mom,” Wavel suggested.
Mom thought about it, then she shook her head. “Thank you, darling. You’re very sweet. But I think someone else should be so kind to offer what you just offered.”
She took another stab at me. And another. And another.
And none of them hurt.
No matter how hard she tried, nothing she ever said would hurt me.
I was immune to her hate.
I rolled my eyes, then lifted my gaze to look at her. “Fine. I’ll go buy the cheese.”
The conversation was over, and Mom left the kitchen. Wavel sighed, and I expected her to say something about the situation. Instead, she picked up on the conversation we had upstairs in my room.
“I’m so nervous to meet Jack. What if he doesn’t like me once he sees me in real life?”
It was a stupid question to ask. How could she be so insecure when she was clearly a beautiful, smart, and sweet girl?
I furrowed my brows and thought about an answer. I couldn’t find the right words, and I was glad when Sly took the ones I truly wanted to say right out of my mouth.
“You should worry about other things. Doesn’t matter if he likes you if he’s a serial killer.”
