"It is fine, Leila," Fred answered, groaning into his pillow. "I am not hungry. You all can eat."

　　After being diagnosed with PTSD, he had decided to avoid them even more and that meant not even looking at them. Earlier, he used to spare them a glance or say a word or two out of common courtesy to someone but he did not even want to do that, anymore. He had been through enough.

　　He would leave for work without turning back his head to face them, work and have all ...