The door opened and Claire came in with a tray of food in her hands. She slowly approached the bed with calculated footsteps.
When she got to the foot of the bed, Samantha stood up and took the tray from her. Claire flashed me a smile and a look of concern when my eyes jammed with hers. I just nodded at her with a small smile.
She bowed lowly before turning to leave the room. Samantha opened the covers on the two plates that was on the tray. My stomach grumbled at the sight of the pasta and the grilled chicken that filled the two plates.
I stared awkwardly at Samantha when she took a spoonful of pasta and brought it to my lips.
Is she trying to feed me?
"I can really feed myself, Sam," I whispered and tried to take the pasta filled spoon from her but she moved it away from me with
