"Where is Riley?" Dr. Linda asked, walking into the dining area to Ronin setting the table for breakfast.
"He's in his room." Ronin answered, and the mom frowned.
"Did you tell him breakfast is ready?" She questioned, pulling a chair out to sit down, and Ronin nods.
"I did, but he wouldn't respond to me." Dr. Linda had already picked up her cutlery but dropped it at the Ronin answer.
"Did he come down for dinner yesterday?" She spent her evening at work the previous and came back home late at night, but she knows that the past three months have been filled with Riley having problem with food.
"No, he didn't, when I kept knocking, he sent a text telling me to go away and Little fae needed to sleep, so I left him alone." Ronin answered and his mom sighed, pushing her seat back and she
