ALEXIA

I missed Brendax's call twice so I called him again when I returned to my office. His voice sounded weak from the other end.

'Are you that sick?" I asked and I knew he nodded his head instead of saying yes.

'Can you come over, please? I need your help getting my food prepared. The doctor advised me to eat home-cooked food and then take my drugs. I know it's too much, can..."

'No, it's not. I will come over and do your cooking. You ...