“Nothing really.”

“Even if you’re not hungry, you still need to eat. You’re recovering, remember? And you’ve always had that stomach issue..

Her words trailed off abruptly.

They were divorced.

She shouldn’t have brought that up.

The room fell into silence. For three years, she had reminded him not to miss meals, out of concern for his wellbeing. She feared work would make him forget to eat, so she frequently joined him in his office for meals.

That wouldn’t happen anymore. No more tender words, no more shared meals.

on the

turned to leave, panic

halted in her tracks

glanced at his right hand, which had an IV in it, and his intentions were

on the bedside table to his left, placing a spoon in the bowl.

he could use his left hand to eat

spoon in, lifting a shaky spoonful toward his lips, only

careful next time,” Sabrina cautioned, wiping up the spill

the quilt. When it

Sabrina took over, stating,

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