Simon's POV

In the early morning, I knocked on the door to the bedroom with a tray of breakfast in my hands.

"Rebecca, are you awake? I brought you some breakfast."

Her response was still an angry shout, typical of a young girl. "Go away! I don't want to eat!"

"But you haven't had any meal for days."

I didn't leave but rather called out to the door with some concern, "You should eat something, Rebecca! I heard you like salmon sandwiches, so I prepared one for you..."

Before I could finish my ...