Stacy's POV
I had already made the plan, but when I tried to execute it, it didn't work out well enough. I tried my best to calm down, waiting for the right moment, but it seemed like there was nothing I could do at this point.
My heart drummed, and I found myself in some kind of mess. I didn't know what else to do; my mind seemed like it was in a mess. That I couldn't fix.
"You aren't eating. What's the matter?" His eyes turned to me, and I felt like there was a lot that was booming through my mind.
"You have to understand, I'm not one to eat too much, and besides, there are already so many things on my mind. You are hiding things from me again."
I didn't see him do it, but I was sure he did. He must have rolled his eyes because he didn't seem to have said anything.
"Say something. How did you own a house here? Why are you so reserved? You said the store wasn't far, so why did you take so much time?" I asked, and he immediately groaned.
