Emma.
All I heard was the soft slinking of spoon against the fancy plates I dropped on the table.
It was morning and again, I dropped breakfast for him, this time, I was punctual.
But something strange happened, Roger told me to have breakfast with him.
I didn't want to. I didn't know what having breakfast with him meant. But he wasn't going to take no for an answer so I sat down to the fish and mashed potatoes I had made. I had to say, I was becoming quite a good cook.
“You haven’t eaten much,” he said. I could hear the concern in his voice despite how cold he tried to sound.
I pushed a piece of fish around my plate, keeping my eyes down. “I’m not that hungry,” I replied.
Roger leaned forward slightly with a frown on his face. “Emma, you need to take care of yourself. You’re
