Beef stew was bubbling on the stove; panties soaking in the bathroom sink. Groceries lasted a lot longer when it was just her eating dinner, though she’d consumed a worrying amount of chocolate-chip cookies in the last two weeks. They were easy to make and the sugar rush a great substitute for actual energy.
Tonight she’d try that DIY scarf mask. Before, they’d shopped together, cooked together, and had regular great sex. He always spoke in terms of ‘we’ and the future.
He was in quarantine with his wife. It had taken her sixteen years to figure out she lived alone.