OVERSTAYING HIS WELCOME

Three days had passed since Nate announced he was staying longer.

If he had stuck to his original plan, he would be leaving tomorrow.

I thought about that as I stood in the quiet kitchen, flipping eggs in the pan, savouring the brief moment of peace. Mornings were the only time I could steal a few minutes to myself before Nate emerged from his room like an uninvited storm, bringing his sharp remarks and lazy smirks with him. 

Mark was upstairs getting ready, and for the first time in days, the house actually felt like ours again. I let out a slow breath, pouring coffee into two mugs. The sun streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the marble countertops. The only sound was the faint sizzle of eggs cooking and the scrape of a knife as I sliced into fresh bread. It was almost enough to make me forget about the unwanted guest still lurking in the house.

Almost.