Quinn watched as her father walked into her room, a tray with her dinner in his hands. “Here, I beg of you to eat it all.”

“I’m not hungry, dad.”

“Whether you are hungry or not, I want the plate empty.” He placed the tray on her bedside table. “And if you need anything else, just give me a shout.”

“I’m not crippled, if I need anything else, I can get it myself. You’ve been pampering me ever since I came home, I’m seriously fine now, ...