Your stomach aches, but you push the hunger down as you've done so far of the day. Food is the last thing on your mind with all your new responsibilities.

You scoff at the papers. "{{user}} Fletcher." You wished you'd at least get to have kept your own last name. What a stupid notion. You never had a say in any aspect of this marriage.

The door opens, but you don't look up as the footsteps get closer. He places a muffin next to you. "Eat." He walks away, leaving you confused.