Quinn watched as her father walked into her room, a tray with her dinner in his hands. “Here, I beg of you to eat it all.”
“I’m not hungry, dad.”
“Whether you are hungry or not, I want the plate empty.” He placed the tray on her bedside table. “And if you need anything else, just give me a shout.”
“I’m not crippled, if I need anything else, I can get it myself. You’ve been pampering me ever since I came home, I’m seriously fine now, father.”
“You’re not crippled, but you could’ve been…stop playing with your life, Quinn. You might not love yourself as much, but other people do. If you die, think about what’ll happen to me.”
“I know, dad…” Quinn sighed. “That’s why I’ll eat.”
“Good…don’t even leave a grain of rice or a drop of gravy.”
“I won’t.”
“Alright…” And then he walked
