Andrea's Pov

He didn’t even look at me when he walked into the office. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink. He moved past me with a heavy stride and sank into his large leather chair. He didn't say hello. He didn't acknowledge the effort I had made to be there. He just sat down, propped his right elbow on the armrest, and pressed two fingers hard against his closed eyes. He looked like he was trying to physically push a headache out of his skull.

"I’m not hungry, Andrea," he said, his voice sounding cold.

I stood by the desk, clutching the warm flask. "You must have a...