~Joan~

He just continued eating his food like I hadn't said anything important. Thinking about it now, I was convinced Aaron had OCD.

Rhoda had once mentioned Aaron had problems sleeping, and I wondered how he coped. Was he really okay? Did he just push through the exhaustion, or was there something deeper he didn’t want to talk about?

My heart tugged on its strings, and I dropped my fork, placing my hands on the island.

“Aaron?” I called, and he glanced up at ...