Despite his earlier conviction that they both needed food before they could attempt to sort out whatever was going on, Christopher found that his stomach was tied in so many knots he couldn’t get anything into it. It wasn’t just his stomach but his throat that would probably choke if he tried to swallow anything.
He pushed the seemingly appetizing food around his plate with his fork for a few more minutes before looking up at the woman seated on the other side of the table.
Unlike him, it seemed nothing could hinder her from inhaling the food off her plate. Christopher had to wonder if the woman had an extra set of teeth at the back of her throat to explain how fast she forked food into her mouth.
Not that he wasn’t glad she was eating, but it made him wonder when was the last time she’
