“You have to eat.” Steffan said when he looked up to see Racheal was staring at her plate of food like it would bite her.

“I told you earlier that I did not have any appetite.”

“You need to take your medications. Please eat.” Steffan said, his voice not sounding like a plea at all.

“But the medications are not here.”

“They arrived exactly fifteen minutes ago with our bags.” Steffan said, dishing more food into her plate.

Racheal looked at him, wondering how he was ...