I assumed our heart to heart would bring us closer together. Unfortunately, whatever had been bothering Kay didn't magically dissolve after one emotional dump session.
The morning of the botanical garden trip we ate breakfast in uncomfortable silence. I kept my focus down, slowly stripping the wrapper from one of the muffins Kay made. I turned the task into a practice of mindfulness, fixating on the tiny specks of fluffy cake that stuck to the polka dot covered paper.
"Do you need help?" Kay asked.
I looked up and found him watching me with immense concern. Shame burned in my cheeks. I shook my head aggressively and tore the rest of the wrapper away in one swift movement before shoving the entire muffin into my mouth.
I pushed myself away from the table and shot up. All the while avoiding Kay's gaze. I murmured a thank you around the muffin I was struggling to chew and fled to the safety of my room.
