She watched him, and he could see she was thinking, but for the life of him he didn’t know of what. Then she offered a subtle tilt of her head. “Understood,” she said.
The door jerked open and Larry stepped in, carrying a blue plastic tray with several covered dishes. He gave only a passing glance at Eric sitting so close to Abby. “Here’s your dinner, Abby.”
Eric slid off the bed, and Larry slid the tray on the bedside table, the utensils clanking as he slid the table in front of Abby.
“I’ll make sure she eats,” Eric said.
“Well, I have things to check, so I’ll leave you and be back later to check on you. Lieutenant Lynn will be in in about an hour to check your vitals again.”
After the door closed, Eric started pacing while she lifted the metal warmers off the plates.
“Are you hungr
