Mitch leaned back in his chair as he watched Kelly pick at her food, still a bit disgusted. He didn’t understand how she could have let herself go like this when she still had her son to take care of. He thought she was more put together than this. But, he reminded himself for what felt like the millionth time that night, she had gone through a lot. He may not agree, but if this was how she was coping tonight, then so be it.
“C’mon, babe,” he sighed, running a hand down his face. “Please eat more than a few bites.”
“I’ve already told you,” she snapped, her eyes bloodshot. “Everything tastes like s**t lately. So don’t blame me for not wanting to eat.”
“Goddess,” he breathed, pushing his chair back before standing up. “I know, okay? But you don’t have to take it out on me. Besides, it do
