Water.

Her chest feels heavy. She knows there is no other way, but she would rather not accept it. The fact that the number is different is only but a consolation, but the one concrete fact remains...

That the only one the picture was sent to is, father-in-law, jonathan.

She opens the fridge and pours herself some water, hoping to calm her a lil bit, or at least bring her restlestness to a slow for a bit. After a whole glass down, nope, its still so suffocating, her mental going back and fourth between denying what she feels in her gut, and telling herself she cant be wrong. Just then, the lights to the kitchen turned on....

"Oh, im sorry dear... I dint see you there... Why dint you turn on the lights?

Zoe froze. She dint realise anyone coming, and the fact that jonathan appeared out of nowhere got her sick in the stomach, but she cant quite do anything. She barely managed to act normal, and barely smiled to react to his question, as he slid past her to the fridge to get some water himself. Oddly, he simply act like nothing's wrong and simply washes his glass after drinking from it. And he went up straight back to his room after that.

Zoe washes her glass and puts it back to the drying rack. With that, she decides that its probably no use thinking about it, and there is no way she can tell jave about this either. Best to just forget it. She leaves the kitchen switches the lights off and went upstairs.

The morning came as she drags her body up. As she does, she notices a note on the lamp table,

"gotta leave early for a meeting. Dint wanna wake you up. Breakfast is ready downstairs, father is out for fishing...enjoy and wait for me.-love you"

She felt bad that she woke up later than everyone else, and so embarrassed that jonathan probably knows she slept in as well. Nonetheless, she makes her way to the bathroom for a shower, and as she felt the warm showers cleanse her body, she realises that the bathroom has a huge mirror, and she couldnt help but to check her own body. She is greatful for her 'assets', but she does tend to feel that perhaps her breasts are less than perfect. She grabs them, pushes them up and let go to watch how they flop and bounce, and wishes they would be more perky. Turns around and notice the hips and ass are just as curvy as she remembered, her legs, well, just normal. She looks at her thighs and has an idea of maybe losing some of the fat there, but she figured she just needa to watch what she eats.

After the showers, she makes her way down and finds her breakfast placed on the table, orange juice, french toast and a poached egg. French toast were slightly burned, and the eggs turned out fully boiled. She laughs a lil picturing how jave muat have struggled to make everything, but she appreciates all that he did. And so she cuts the burnt piece away from the toast, which was most of it and ate the egg. Finishes her juice, and figured she'd get her laundry done.