Chapter 156

Michael stepped into the kitchen and made a beeline for the fridge. One glance inside and-whoa-was it...empty? Like, scarily empty. He let out a small sigh and gave Cassandra a helpless look before silently accepting the bleak breakfast reality. "I-it's fine, really! You don't have to go to the trouble-I'm actually not hungry," Cassandra rushed over, waving her hands, trying to stop him. Michael shot her a look, not buying it for a second. "Not being hungry doesn't mean it's okay to skip meals." Well dang, Cassandra had nothing to say to that. He got her, and he knew it. No pasta, no eggs-Michael originally wanted to whip up some hot pasta for her, but with an empty fridge, that plan went down the drain. All he found were a few slices of bread and some milk. After checking the expiration dates, he grabbed them and headed to the counter. Not much, but at least it was something. He slid the bread into the toaster nice and easy, then moved to warm the milk. As he reached for a cup, someth