Brynn covered herself to stay warm, wearing only a nightgown underneath. She used a thick blue blanket as she sat on the bed, with her knees folded and her arms wrapped around her. Her head rested on her folded knees as she stared into nothing.
She could still taste him on her and feel his warm mouth on her skin, no matter what she did. Absentmindedly tracing her lips, her train of thought was broken by the person who had entered.
It was Alissa, holding a large tray filled with food. She gave Brynn a small smile before placing the food in front of her.
Brynn’s nostrils were immediately drawn to the hot plate of spaghetti and meatballs with chicken tenders on the side, along with a plate of chicken salad, juice, and water.
“Here, dear,” Alissa said as she put the fork in Brynn’s hands.
