Drowning in Regret

I sent Fiona away and returned to the dining table. Eating alone was no fun, but it was already late and I couldn’t be bothered to head out.

After a few bites of dinner, I returned to my bedroom. Tristan wasn’t coming back, nor did I have much else to do, so I spent the past two days reading at home and searching the Internet for some houses in M City. If I were to live in M City, I’d have to find