The warm broth soothed her throat, and she smiled. Howard raised another spoonful to her lips, but she shook her head.
"Is it cold?" he asked. "Do you want anything else?"
"No, it's fine," she said. "I can feed myself. I'm not a child."
He scoffed, "Have you forgotten about your hand?"
She looked at the thick gauze bandage wrapped around her right hand. Slowly, she pushed herself into a sitting position, freeing her left hand from the blankets.
"I have two hands," she said. "I can do it myself."
He got up off his knees and settled next to her on the sofa. Balancing the bowl with one hand, he scooped up more broth and raised it to her lips.
"Don't fight me on this," he said.
Though she knew it was childish, she pressed her lips and glared at him. After
