“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.

the food for him on the bedside table,

turned to leave, panic seized

in her tracks and turned around.

which

the bedside table to his left, placing a

his left hand

eyes darkened. He dipped the spoon in, lifting a shaky spoonful toward his lips, only for it to splash onto the quilt. “Could you pass

Sabrina cautioned, wiping up the spill

staining the quilt. When it finally reached

Sabrina took over, stating, “Let

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