Olivia

"You're quiet," Alexander observed, watching me with those perceptive eyes that always seemed to see too much.

"Just enjoying my fish," I lied, stabbing at the golden batter with more force than necessary.

"Liv."

"What?"

"You're massacring your dinner."

I looked down at my plate, where I'd reduced the perfectly crispy fish to shreds. "I'm just hungry."

Alexander reached across the table, his hand covering mine. "She means ...