“You should… eat.” Steve’s hand was injured. It was obvious that someone had hurt him deliberately. Because of that, he couldn’t use cutlery. He could only raise the plate to his face in order to eat.

After a moment’s hesitation, he put down the plate. He hid in a corner and kept quiet.

I forced myself to put on a kind face and reached toward him. “Let me see your hands.”

I had to earn his trust as much as possible.

Steve ...