“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.

him on the bedside table, Sabrina said, “Eat when

leave, panic

tracks

Tyrone glanced at his right hand, which had an IV in

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

his

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

wiping up the spill

quilt. When it finally reached his mouth, the spoon was

him struggle, Sabrina

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