Iris's POV 

"There's some leftovers in the fridge,"

Chloe said as she held one bag in her hand.

"You should eat it, not just look at it." She dragged the bag to the door.

"I'll eat it," I said.

"Okay, call me if anything feels wrong." She said.

"Chloe, I'll be fine." I touched her shoulders.

"Okay," she sighed. "You know this is the longest I'm going away, and dad's not going to be home."

"You don't have to worry about me." I took her bag from her hand and put it outside the door. "You should go, your mom is waiting."

"Okay." She grabbed my face in both hands...