Capítulo 46: Chapter 46: Quitting, Part 2

I walked in the door like it was just a normal day, said that I had already eaten dinner, and we sat down to watch the animated version of Black Panther. Going out with a black guy, I was so open-minded and socially-conscious, or so I told myself.

My absent-mindedness was my ultimate undoing.

"Hey, have you seen my phone?" I dug through the couch cushion. (One cushion. It was a ridiculous, circular couch that we felt oh-so-cool for having.)

"No," said Tor, eating some of the freshly oven-popped popcorn we had made. "Did you leave it in your car?"

"I must have," and I started to get up.

"Don't worry, I'll get it," he said. I was grateful that I didn't have to move from the comfort of the couch. I didn't know the unraveling was about to occur.

He came back inside angry, but quietly so, which made me instantly worried.

"Why are there leftovers in your car?" he asked.

Goddamnit. I had forgotten about the leftovers.

"Who were you with?" he demanded.

"No one, I--"