pack food for you.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“That has never stopped you from needing to eat.”
I wanted to argue, but the warmth of the soup had begun to fade, and my body reminded me how long it had been since I had eaten properly.
While Mrs. Alvarez prepared a small bag, Daniel stepped into the hall and made a call.
I stood by the window, looking out at the snow-covered garden.
A moment later, I heard him say, “No, don’t contact anyone yet. I need the original records first.”
