I made some mushroom soup and forced myself to eat, even though that’s not what I wanted to do. I also knew I couldn’t avoid Shiloh anymore and took her out for a short walk. The cool wind reminded me of the day I searched for Hunter. Our meeting in the park was so fortuitous, and I was glad to give him a better life, if only for a few weeks. I enhanced his life, but he enhanced mine too, and I’d always be grateful to know him. Thinking of him gave me good vibes. I even got a little dance in.
I was still sad when I woke up the next morning, not that I expected to magically be ok. That mushroom soup was NOT filling, and I felt like a desperate cowplant, offering cake to any fool who’d eat it. I found Ali in the kitchen cooking what looked like a grand feast. He had two completed dishes on the counter and one simmering on the stove.
He said he didn’t want me to worry about anything that day except resting and grieving. All those dishes were for me because he wanted me to have options and not worry about cooking for myself. I swear I married the sweetest sim on earth!
