CHAPTER 12

ERIC’S POV

I didn’t know what came over me. But I couldn’t just stand there and watch him hurt her. I hated seeing her hurt. I hated seeing her cry. I hated seeing her in pain. So I intervened.

My hand moved on its own to hold Nolan’s wrist, stopping him from digging her face into the bowl of mashed potatoes for the third time. I mean, who the fuck does that? Who on earth punishes someone like that just because they refused to eat? Who on earth tortures or punishes ...