The tension inside the estate was suffocating. Ever since we got back from the bar, we had done nothing but fight and ignore each other.

I completely shut Rey out, ignoring his persistent attempts to talk. I warned him to stay out of my space, but he continued to shadow me around the house, which only drove my anger higher.

Around noon, I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of juice from the fridge. When I walked back into the living room, my plate of fresh pancakes was missing from the coffee table.

I stomped over to the couch, finding Rey standing near the center of the room,...