I lie on my bed staring at the ceiling. After coming home from Anderson family mansion, Ian had been shutting himself in his study. I know he is upset after meeting with the doctor. He refuses to eat and talk. He sits by her mother side until his father asks him to leave. He drives home silently and distances himself from me.
I went down to the kitchen to prepare his favourite meal, shrimp scampi. I know he is hungry. I placed the plates and mug of hot chocolate on the tray and walk carefully to his study. I knock but no answer. I slowly make my way in. I saw him lying on the sofa with one hand hanging down holding a glass of whiskey with his arm cover his eyes. I placed the tray slowly on the coffee table. I grab the whiskey glass slowly but he is startled by my touch.
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