“Maddie, hi. I didn’t mean for you to wake up alone. I picked up coffee. And tea. And a hot chocolate. I wasn’t sure what you drank. I also got croissants and breakfast bagels and…” He seems perturbed as he gingerly walks towards me—like I’m a chained-up dog with a biting habit—and sets down the tray of drinks. Then, he finally looks at me. “Oh, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen. Please don’t cry, I can fix this.”
