Surely, Henry can see her wasting away before his eyes. If she continues this way, she’ll be joining him very soon. I try my best to smile, but I just want to cry.
Henry leads us into the dining room, his lips pulled in tight. I dart for the chair next to Jude’s because I’m not interested in playing Rose for the night. Henry clenches his jaw. He’s obviously not too happy I’ve strayed from his plans.
Jillian enters a moment later, the front of her cream dress coated in a brown liquid where she obviously spilled the gravy. She hobbles over to the table, setting the food down with shaky hands. She takes her place, looking lovingly and reminiscently over to Henry. He mistakes the gesture as her doting on him, rather than see what’s really going on.
Closing my eyes, I focus just how I did wh
