Zoe looked up from the pot she'd been stirring without really paying attention. Whatever she'd planned on having for dinner was now a strange brown lumpy sauce that resembled no food she'd ever ingest once she could have real food. Soft Chinese curses fell as she moved quickly to put the contents of the pot down the disposal. It hurt to throw away food, even ruined food, but they couldn't eat whatever she'd just made.
"Noth..." She sighed, shaking her head and watching the lumps plop into the sink. The water couldn't wash away the mess fast enough. It was enough to distract her just a little.
"I don't know." Zoe didn't, not exactly. Something in her hurt. "Something's not right, and every time I try to figure it out, I keep coming back to him. I don't understand it." She didn't know if Jesse would understand, and she wasn't sure she could explain. Oddly, perhaps, she wasn't asking for forgiveness or to be let go. "Somehow it all goes back to him, only...it's not him. It's me."