Matt
I was chopping carrots.
That’s it. Just carrots.
Normal. Very domestic. Very fine.
Rain leaned against the doorway, watching me like I was a science experiment.
“You’re going after those carrots.”
“Just making dinner.”
“You’re making confetti.”
I glanced down. Okay, yeah. They were more shredded than sliced. Whatever.
“I’m fine,” I said.
Rain’s brows lifted. “You said that...