Sarah was in bed. She set up as David entered the room with a tray. He sat a new tray on a table next to her. “You must eat something.”
“I’m not so sure I want to.”
He removed the lid. The smell wafting through the air was great. Her stomach growled. He placed a napkin on her lap. “Here,” he pulled a chair in front of her.
“I can feed myself.” Sarah blushed.
“I know you can.” He looked so sad. “Are you still having nightmares?”
He lifted a spoon full of soup to her lips. She accepted. “That is so good.”
“I am glad you like it.”
“To answer your question, I always have nightmares.”
He fed her as much of the soup as she would eat. After she was full, he left her along.
