A laugh-sob escaped my throat. “How do you do that?”

“What?” He gave me a fixed stare.

“Know exactly what I’m feeling, what I need.” I sniffled. “No, I haven’t eaten.”

“That’s what I figured.” He reached over and grabbed a juice from the fridge as well as a bag that contained something.

“Here. You don’t want to lose your strength.”

I opened the juice and took a drink before ...