Katie finished work and went home.

All she could think about was Tom and what happened last week in his office on the way home. She thought it wasn't like him to just ignore her like this. When she got home, she decided to make her favorite comfort food. Cooking always helped her get her mind off things, and the familiar motions and the delicious smells were just what she needed.

She sat at the table and started eating her spaghetti and meat sauce. She remembered how her mom taught her how to make this dish when she was only 11. She missed her; Mom made it better, she thought. The spaghetti was never quite as soft, and the sauce never had that perfect balance of sweet and savory as her mother's used to. Katie was comforted by the memories that came flooding back with every bite but also saddened by the reminder that she would never experience her mother's cooking again.

She knew worrying herself over Tom would be of no use. She finished eating and cleaned up the dishes; as she was heading to her bedroom, she received a text.