Chapter 2

2

Caleb didn't come home until the next morning.

Maybe he felt guilty about ditching the pierogis, because he brought breakfast.

It was a bag of artisan breakfast burritos from a shop that usually had a massive line.

"I stood in line forever to get these. Eat them while they're hot," Caleb urged.

I habitually checked social media. An hour ago, Scarlett had posted a photo.

It was a picture of a half-eaten burrito with the caption: "Best breakfast ever."

I opened the bag. Every single burrito was torn open, the fillings spilling out messily.

I couldn't help but look at him. "I don't like broken burritos, Caleb."

His face twisted in anger.

"Are you seriously looking for a fight right now, Lyra? Eat them or don't!"

Caleb slammed the door as he left.

I threw the entire bag into the trash can.

I changed my clothes and headed to a law firm.

I didn't want broken burritos, and I certainly didn't want a filthy man.