When Pidge wakes up, let me know, okay?” he said in a soft voice. “I got spaghetti,<br />and pancakes, and strawberries, and that oatmeal shit with the chocolate packets, and she<br />likes Fruity Pebbles cereal, right, Mare?” he asked, turning.<br />When he saw me, he froze. After an awkward pause, his expression melted, and his<br />voice was smooth and sweet.“Hey, Pigeon.”<br />I couldn’t have been more confused if I had woken up in a foreign country. Nothing<br />made sense. At first I thought I had been evicted, and then Travis comes home with bags<br />full of my favorite foods.<br />He took a few steps into the living room, nervously shoving his hands in his pockets.<br />“You hungry, Pidge? I’ll make you some pancakes. Or there’s uh…there’s some oatmeal.<br />And I got you some of that pink foamy shit that girl’s shave with, and a hairdryer, and a…<br />a….just a sec, it’s in here,” he said, rushing to the bedroom.<br />The door opened, shut, and then he rounded the corner, the color gone from his face.<br />He took a deep breath and his eyebrows pulled in. “Your stuff’s packed.”<br />“I know,” I said.<br />“You’re leaving,” he said, defeated.