Talia's POV

The days after that went by so fast, Maxine’s departure demoralised Karl.

We did the regular, ate and mulled over our lot on life during the day, go about our duties at night.

“How are you?” Karl asked, it'd been almost three days since his wife and child moved away.

“Better than you, I'm sure.” I answered. Thankfully, he saw the humor in it and smiled

“That's a good thing, trust me. A very good thing.” He replied.

“Breakfast smells good though.” He acknowledged.

For days, he had been living like a ghost. Dead to himself and everyone.

“Yeah. It's just bacon and bread.” I replied, trying to...