Christmas Advent
Chapter 4-December 4th
Mike's plan had been to stay home but he got called into work. The incident exhausted him and by the time he got home at almost 2am, it was already the 5th. But, there was a package waiting on him and he opened it; already irritated and exhausted until he read the note.
"Take care of yourself. People need you to be okay."
In the package; there was a bowl, titled 'Mike's favorite soup.' Normally, Mike would have not ate the soup, given his suspicions of food, but he was starving and didn't have the energy to fix himself something. He warmed the soup up and savored every bite. The soup was familiar, but he was too tired to think about who would have made it. Christine had probably given a recipe to someone at some point and someone felt it was their duty to keep him fed.
The problem with his line of thought was that there were only two people still alive that Christine might have given the recipes to, and neither Tom or Russ were particularly handy in the kitchen. Russ might be the culprit, but he had been at the office or otherwise occupied every time Mike received the packages and the handwriting definitely didn't match unless he got someone to write the notes for him.