A Warm Meal

Nicole led Jasper through the decaying streets toward her broken-down home, her steps slow and unsteady. She glanced back at him, unsure of what he might think once he saw the state of her life now.

As they approached her house, Jasper's expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing as he took in the crumbling walls, broken windows, and the roof patched with mismatched materials. There was candles lit on every corner, there sat the basket Noah had given her. Most of the food had went bad due to it not being properly stored. The sight seemed to disgust him, his lips curling slightly as if the place offended him.

"This… this is where you stay?" His voice was sharp, but Nicole only nodded, swallowing her pride.