I chuckled at the venom in his voice. “Sandwich first.”

Standing up, I reached out to him and helped pull him up. I used a little too much force and he wasn’t quite ready. Zach nearly fell forward but caught himself on the counter. 

“Jesus, how much strength do you have?”

“I deal with a lot of bags of flour on a daily basis.”

I pulled a stool out of the closet and set it up for him. Putting the sandwich on a plate, I cut it in half and slid it over. He smiled and took a half. ...