House Rules

House Rules by Macrig

The kitchen is the kind that makes you feel like you should know what you're doing before you walk into it. Marble countertops, professional-grade appliances, more cabinet space than your last three apartments combined.

There's a note on the fridge. Printed, not handwritten. Three columns, three names, precise instructions for every meal of the day. Dietary preferences, portion sizes, serving times.

Charlotte has even specified the temperature the tea should be served at.
You stare at it for a moment. Then you notice the three stools at the kitchen island. Three, exactly. Lined up perfectly.

You look around for a fourth. There isn't one.
You tie on the apron hanging by the door and get to work.