The drive to Melanie’s had been quiet, which worried Darius. Melanie was usually happy and talkative but had been quiet and broody after leaving the Spring Haven Hospice Center. He squeezed her hand, which made her look at him and half smile.
“Are you alright, Mel?” Darius asked her.
“I will be as soon as I give someone the worst nightmares he has ever had in his life. I want him sobbing at the mere thought of sleep,” Melanie told him.
“Tell me what I can do to help you,” Darius said as he parked in front of her home. “Whatever you need, I will do it.”
Melanie looked at him seriously and said, “I could use something to eat.”
“Whatever you want, I will have it delivered or make it for you.”
“And I could use my soft, comfy, non-sexy pajamas.”
“I will lay them out on your bed for you.”
