I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through the dull ache in my chest. “I didn’t make anything.”
He scoffed, taking a step closer. “What do you mean, you didn’t make anything? You know I need to eat before I head out. You couldn’t do that one thing?”
I slowly sat up, wincing as the soreness in my body flared up again. “I wasn’t feeling well,” I muttered, keeping my eyes on the floor.
Rozen scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Not feeling well? You’re always coming up with some excuse. You know how important today is, and you couldn’t even do the bare minimum?”
The bare minimum. That’s what I was to him now. Just someone to cook his meals and keep his life running smoothly. My heart ached with the realization that this was all we had left. “I couldn’t.”
His face hardened. “You couldn’t? Or you wouldn’t?”
I felt a spark of anger flare up in my chest. “Does it even matter to you, Rozen? Do you even care where I’ve been? How I’m feeling?”
He stared at me, unblinking. “What’s that supposed to mean?”