“Your meal is on the counter. I got you a gyro with extra of that white sauce. It’s one of your favorites.”
“Thank you,” I say as I fill a glass with water.
I grab the container and sit at the large dining room table.
“Do you want me to join you?” Grayson calls from the couch.
“No, I’m fine. Enjoy the game,” I say cheerfully.
I nibble at my meal. It’s good, and Grayson’s right. I do like it. The white dressing makes the entire meal. But I’m not hungry. I haven’t had much of an appetite lately. After picking apart the wrap and moving it around in the container for a while, I get up and throw it out.
“I think I’m going to head to bed.”
Grayson looks up from the game. “Okay. Let me take a quick shower, and I’ll join you.”
“You don’t have to. Go ahead, and finish the game. It’s fine.”
