Mark's POV
Gray was looking troubled when I woke up from my nap in the hospital chair. After cleaning the cabin, which was a reminder of what happened and what is still going on with us, I went back to the hospital. She was asleep, so I decided to take a nap. She wouldn't tell me what is going on in her mind, but I will give her some time.
The drive back to the cabin was silent, it was already dark outside. I prepare dinner, which is pasta. I remember that pasta is her favorite. We sit across from each other at the table in the kitchen. I start to eat because I am hungry. I look at Gray and she just pokes the pasta around with her fork, she seems lost in thought.
I swallow what I'm chewing, and I place my fork on my plate. "Gray, are you okay? You are not eating. You are hardly eatin
