"William, you need to eat first," Wilona said, handing him a box of bread and cookies, along with a cup of hot, unsweetened coffee. "You've been here all this time and haven't eaten or drunk a thing."
William looked up at Wilona, his eyes red and swollen. He accepted what Wilona offered him, but simply placed it on the chair beside him.
Wilona sat next to him, saying nothing, just sitting there, keeping him company in silence.
Until then, William turned his head and stared blankly at Wilona.
"I dragged you out of your warm bed," William muttered, tugging gently at Wilona's jacket. "I'm sorry."
Wilona felt like her heart was being squeezed by a large, invisible hand. It hurt.
"It's okay, William, don't worry," Wilona said softly. It seemed like he had said that more than three times a
