Guilty Love

"Leave it in the mailbox for me, will you? I'll check it later!" Igrabbed the black tote bag, pulling it over my shoulder, and grabbingmy phone, heading downstairs. Dad was sitting in the living room onthe lounge chair, reading the paper. "Morning," I mumbled, walkingpast the living room and into the kitchen, grabbing a muffin and abottle of water, then heading to the medicine cabinet and grabbinghis morning pills.