I knew Bella was awake. Her breathing had changed about twenty minutes ago. I hadn’t moved, sitting perfectly still on her old daybed, waiting for her to do something. That didn’t mean that she hadn’t heard me opening her drapes and windows.
“I know you’re awake, sweetheart.” She stopped breathing, and I chuckled under my breath for the first time in days. “That didn’t even work when you were a kid.” I heard her release the breath slowly.
“I brought you some breakfast,” I said, sitting forward with the plate in my hands. She was going to eat today, I wasn’t taking no for an answer. “It’s just some fruit and a little juice, but it’s all fresh.”
“No thanks,” she muttered, her voice muffled by the duvet. My hands tightened on the plate and for a moment I worried that I might break it.
“That’s not an option today, Bella.”
“I’m not hungry.” All the while she spoke with her duvet over her head.
“I don’t care if you’re hungry or not. You haven’t eaten in days. You need to put something in your system.”
“Just leave it then. I’ll eat it later. I promise.”
“Bella, God help me, you’ll eat something right now, or I ain’t leavin’ this room!”
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