Place: Conrad's house
Time of Day: Dinner Time
Conrad's p.o.v
I cooked dinner for Nic and myself this evening. Nic's quietness and sadness bothers me. "Why are
you not happy? Is it the food or me?" concerned, I ask Nic. "I thank you for cooking dinner. My mind
is elsewhere at the moment. I should've stayed home" Nic admits. I squeeze her hand very tightly.
"I know how much you miss Penelope. I miss our baby too. You were never at fault here" I comfort
her.
