Lillian had meticulously prepared enough food for two days, making sure there was a perfect balance of meat and vegetables, tailored entirely to Sienna's tastes.
Sienna usually had a small appetite, so this stash would normally last her nearly three days.
But now, there was a grown man in the house—a man in his prime, recovering from injuries, who desperately needed the calories.
A multi-day supply vanished in a single day.
Sienna thought living with him would be agonizing.
But honestly, it wasn't terrible.
Ever since she slapped him, Jorrod had been on his best behavior.
Even when their fingers accidentally brushed while eating, he looked utterly terrified and apologized profusely, swearing he didn't mean to do it.
She wasn't an unreasonable person; with him being so incredibly cautious and respectful, snapping at him would just make her look petty.
But their dynamic was strictly a fragile peace.
At seven-thirty that evening, Sienna ordered Jorrod to stay put and went downstairs to buy him some underwear.
He needed a fresh change of clothes for the next few days, and she certainly didn't have any men's garments lying around.
When she got back, she grabbed the leftover premium imported fruit her parents had brought—stuff too sweet for her taste—and took it across the hall to her neighbors.
Long after her door closed, hushed voices echoed from the Carters' apartment.
"You told me I was being sensitive. Look at this."
"Those gift baskets George brought over? I saw them at the store. They're not cheap."
"I gave them our bruised peaches, and the very next hour, their daughter brings over this... What even is this? Mangosteens? Starfruit? All expensive, imported off-season fruit."

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