Chapter Ten
Eliza was already back when Andrew came home from work. She had cooked dinner and attempted to have a bite but the smell of food was making her feel queasy. The only thing she’d had that day was a few strawberries, and it seemed to be all that she could handle.
Andrew entered the living room, his face immediately brightening when he saw the food on the table.
“Did you cook dinner?”
“As a matter of fact, I did,” Eliza replied, her mouth twisting up at the corners.
“How come you haven’t eaten anything? Were you waiting for me?”
“I wasn’t feeling so well today so I took a day off work.”
“Oh no, you’re sick?” Andrew rushed over to her exaggeratedly. He wrapped his hand around her wrist. “I feel a pulse! I repeat, there is a pulse on this one!”
Eliza laughed, and Andrew gave
