CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR

DARIUS 

Melissa and I sat across the breakfast table. Just the two of us. It made it feel unnaturally empty. “So how are you feeling today?” I asked, trying to stir up conversations. 

“I haven't been able to do much by myself honestly. I get cranky whenever the maids come by, so there's no one to fix my hair, no one to pat me to sleep, also… my fingers feel so heavy. It's hard to lift a spoon.” She said, looking so sour. “And I wouldn't want to trouble you with these things.” 

I felt so bad, seeing her that way. 

“Come closer.” I said, and she made...