A short while later, even after the dishes were served, Elvis looked like he had no urge to eat anything.

I prompted him as I gestured him towards the food, “Eat.”

“Tell me first, what is on your mind?” he looked serious.

I put my fork down and met his eyes as I asked, “Do you think… Nolan would have harmed me?”

His expression changed instantly. “Why are you asking this?”

God, I didn’t know how to explain to him everything Raven said. I didn’t know how to tell him how ...