Her jaw tightened as she ate faster, each bite forced. Once she was finished, she deliberately excused herself, hoping needing to catch his attention. She got none. Fernando continued eating as though she didn't exist at all, completely absorbed, deliberately indifferent.
Her plan had backfired, folding in on itself.
With an irritated huff, she retreated to the lounge, grabbed her books, and shut herself away in her room.
The next day passed quietly. She buried herself in her studies, losing track of time because tomorrow was her exam. When the day finally came, she was prepared focused, determined. The exam turned out to be manageable, and she finished within the allotted time, relief washing over her.
Back home, the house was empty. He was always out, God knew where.
