“I can cook a few things,” she replied, pushing the food around on her plate but not eating any.

He frowned as he watched her lift the glass to her lips and sip. She still looked a little unwell and it worried him.

“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked.

She just smiled and shook her head.

“Is everything okay? Did you go to the doctor?”

“About that,” she said, looking down at her food and avoiding his gaze.

He felt a cold knot of tension form in ...