#Chapter 142: No Answer in Sight

I took a few minutes to unpack in our new long-term stay room while Theo cooked and was just finishing up when he called me. “Lunch is ready.” I joined him in the dining area. “It smells wonderful,” I said. “Anything I can do to give you a hand? I just keep feeling worse and worse about all of this,” I admitted. “Like now. There’s only one bedroom with two beds in it. Are you really going to be all right with this?” “Like I said, we’ll make it work,” Theo reassured me. “I’ll sleep on the couch here if you are uncomfortable with sharing the sleeping space.” “Absolutely not,” I said. “I refuse to do that to you. We’ll just have to find some schedule for showering and whatnot.” “Agreed.” Theo sat across from me, two steaming plates of noodles between us. “So, you promised to talk,” he said, shoveling in a mouthful of noodles. I sat, poking at my lunch with my fork, trying to drum up an appetite to eat that wonderful-smelling food. Theo really was an amazing cook. “It’s all because