#Chapter 72 Mourning

His eyes were worried as he approached me, and more tears slipped down my face. I didn’t look at him. Candido sighed. “I… understand you’re angry with me,” Candido said and grabbed a mitten. “But you came into the kitchen for a reason, right? You’re hungry? At least… let me feed you?” I wanted to tell him no. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want his help doing anything and that I didn’t need it. I wanted to throw words about fate and the future in his face, but my stomach growled with hunger, and I couldn’t trust myself with the task of eating. I’d rather go back upstairs and curl up in bed with this guilt. So, I nodded stiffly. If I left, I’d just be back in a few hours. Candido wasted no time, pulling the brownies out of the oven and setting them aside. He crossed the kitchen to pull out food and warmed it up for me before setting it on the table. He sat across the table from me as I lifted my silverware. “Thanks.” I cut into the chicken on the plate and started