“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 bedside table, Sabrina said, “Eat when you’re

turned to leave, panic seized Tyrone.

halted in her tracks and turned around.

at his right hand, which had an

placed the soup on the bedside table to his

use his left

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

wiping up the spill with

more soup droplets staining the quilt. When it finally reached his mouth, the

him struggle, Sabrina took over, stating,

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