Early in the morning, Amelia is throwing up. This time she has reached the lavatory but he can still hear her. He stared at the door in deep thinking. This has been going on for days. He will always wake up to the sound of her heaving, the emptiness of the space beside him, and feeling a draft passing since the blanket was slightly pulled away from his naked body.
Theodore massages his temples while he pushes himself up on the bed. Grabbing his robe, he walked to the lavatory and saw Amelia still vomiting. He watched her by the door, a conclusion forming on his head from everything he gets to observe during the past few days but he does not want to acknowledge it.
“Are you alright?” he asked without going near her.
She was naked and sweating but her vulnerable state did not push him
