Sarah skips dinner. I skip dinner too. We are both gloomy. She is working inside her room and I am on the couch, reading the details of the shoot in our garden tomorrow. She gets up to stretch or whatever and the moment she stands up, she faints. I run to her and barely manage to catch her before she hits the ground.
"Holy f**k," I swear under my breath and help her lie down on the bed.
I sprinkle water on her face and after a lifetime, she opens her eyes. I breathe a sigh of relief.
"I ask you to eat and you skip meals! One day mom's not at home and this is what you do to yourself!" I am practically shouting.
“I am calling the doctor!” I tell her when he doesn’t answer me and get up to grab my phone.
“No! I am fine!” She retorts, holding my hand, effectively stopping me in the pro
