Patrick’s P.O.V.
“Patrick … you are not eating but playing with your food”, I came out of my stance when I heard my mom’s worried tone. I looked down at my plate and found that I really hadn’t touched my food. I looked up and saw both my parents and Sara looking at me. Sara came back from the hospital in the afternoon today and I was relaxed now that she was fine. “Uhh.. sorry mom”, I said in an apologetic tone and started eating my food.
“What’s wrong, Patrick? Did something happened in the office?” dad asked me and I shook my head. “No, dad… everything is fine.. it’s nothing to be worried about here”, I said with a small smile and he raised his brow. I could say that he didn’t buy my excuse but didn’t press the matter more and nodded. I looked at Sara who was also looking at me with co
