I shook my head and let her go. Her eyes were big, her lip quivered, and she was trying to hold it together and clearly didn’t know what to make of me. I gave her space. I got a suit from the closet and said, “Will you order breakfast and coffee for us, please?”
She was taken aback.
“What would you like, Master?”
“What do you like for breakfast?” I asked her.
“I usually have fruit and Greek yogurt.”
“Is that what you like?”
“Uh…it’s what I usually have.”
“What do you like?”
She shook her head at me, her brows furrowed.
“What?” I said, probably a little too impatiently.
“I… I don’t know.”
Something wasn’t right with her. Was she having some sort of episode or something? She was trembling all over.
I sat on the bed and leaned closer, “What’s wrong; you okay?”
She nodded but her
