“Does it really mean that much to you?” “Yes,” I say, my heart breaking at the thought of the little mouse stuck in the trap. Without a word, Kain takes the trap from my hands and disappears into the bedroom. I stand in the kitchen, wringing my hands together. A few minutes later, Kain reappears in the kitchen with a small plastic tub. There appears to be a towel at the bottom, and as he nears me, I can make out the shape of the mouse nestled in the makeshift bed. He places the tub on the counter, then continues cooking like nothing happened.
See- sigh
