Isaac stirred at the knock on his bedroom door and sat up sharply, his hand instinctively gripping the edge of the blanket.
Vera stepped inside without waiting. “Morning,” she said, carrying a small tray.
He blinked at her, clearing his throat. “Oh.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What’s that supposed to mean? Were you expecting someone else?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes. “No. Just… surprised, that’s all.”
Vera placed the tray on the table and crossed her arms. “I mentioned I’d bring you breakfast. Thought it’d be a nice thing to do considering your condition.”
He forced a smile, sitting straighter. “Yeah, I appreciate it.”
She sat down beside him and started talking, something about vitamins and rest and how he shouldn’t push himself. He nodded, but his mind was
