“You’ve barely eaten anything,” pointed out Seth, as he settled beside me with a bottle of red vine.
“I guess I don’t have an appetite,” I answered, struggling to calm myself, as I was still too much involved in recalling what I had undergone during my stay at Noah’s place.
Gently, Seth patted the back of my hand and asked me, “What is it that’s troubling you enough to steal your hunger from you?”
Before I spoke anything, my eyes brimmed with tears. Since I was certain to have an emotional breakdown while talking about the cause of my distress, I took a deep breath and decided to alter the subject of our conversation instead.
“It has certainly been getting hotter, hasn’t it?” I asked, holding back my tears while forcing a smile. “I guess the weather should be held responsible for
