Chapter 63

• SIERRA
• Undercooked? Spicy? How could he say those things?!
• “Sierra, that’s not what I meant—” he tried to explain himself behind me but I slammed my door without looking. It took me great effort making that meal and not a single compliment came from him. Even Caroline was okay with the taste but my husband was here clamoring about how perfect my meal should be like he was some kind of food connoisseur. I strode to my bed while he knocked. It wasn’t like the door was locked anyway. If he wanted to come in he could but he was terrified of the reaction he would get from me. Was I angry at him? Yes! Would it tick me more if he came inside my room? Probably. Did I want him to leave? No.