He made us both food and pushed a plate in front of me.
I sat there frozen as before, afraid of who knew what he sat next to. He lifted me out of my seat and pulled me into his lap. His arms found their way around me.
"Is this okay?"
His voice was filled with so much pain and care that it broke my heart. The same heart that I thought I would never feel again. Before I could think about it, I nodded, because it was true. It did feel okay, maybe more than okay. I felt kinda safe here in his arms, and it was not really a thing I had felt for the last few weeks.
We sat like that for a few moments when he pulled the plait closer and took the spoonful of soup to his own lips. He tasted it, and then he began to feed me bit by bit.
At first, my stomach felt strange.
A bit uneasy as my diet
