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A plate of scrambled eggs received only a cursory glance before I reset my sights on my phone.
Beth’s hand came to rest on my shoulder. “If you don’t eat it now, it will get cold.”
“I already told you I’m not hungry.”
With a small sigh, she sat and positioned my phone in the centre of the table, before sliding the plate of food beneath my nose and a mug of coffee by my elbow. “Watching it will not make it ring any sooner, Jem. You may as well eat your food while you’re waiting.”
“I’m not hungry.”
With a finger beneath my chin, she drew my gaze round to her dark one. “If you won’t eat for hunger, then eat for Sean. How do you think he’d feel, if he knew you weren’t taking care of yourself? And if you’re planning on getting him back? How do you expect to do that with no strength?” S
