Chapter twenty two

Marcelyn drummed her long, freshly cut fingers impatiently on the dining table, waiting, wondering why Darell had asked her to sit there.

She didn't want to upset him again because she felt like she had already stressed him out so much. Her stomach sang the chorus of hunger, making her squirm uncomfortably in the chair.

It had been a long time since she had eaten anything. Darell appeared behind her from the kitchen with a large plate of toast in his hands.

He gently placed it on the table and told her to wait a little longer. He went to get juice. When she saw him enter the kitchen, she took each toast without caring whether it was good or bad. He tasted it.

Within two minutes, the plate was empty. Darell came back with the juice. He wasn't surprised when he saw that he had devoured all the food.

He put a glass of juice in the jar and asked her to get some. Marcelyn snatched the jar from him and drank it down. "We wanted to share that," he remarked, rather unnecessarily now, be