“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.

for him on the bedside table, Sabrina said, “Eat when you’re

she turned to leave, panic seized Tyrone.

halted in her tracks and turned around.

Like some soup.” Tyrone glanced at his right hand, which had an IV in

the bedside table to his left, placing a spoon

this way, he could use his left

toward his lips, only for it to splash onto

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

soup droplets staining the quilt. When it

him struggle, Sabrina took over, stating, “Let me

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