NADIA'S POV Fabian Davenport ate my food like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. From the first time I had watched him at the dining table, I was aware of the fact that he had a huge appetite, but today, he seemed to eat more than usual. As he tore part of the baked chicken in his plate apart, I wondered if his hunger was caused by the swimming, or the flight from California down to Connecticut. I settled for the latter. “This…this is so good, Nadia. Thank you.” Fabian spoke through his munching, a hand on the glass of water beside his plate. I nodded, not bringing myself to look at his eyes. “Come on, Nancy, eat something.”My daughter was the exact opposite of Fabian. Her appetite was not the best, and being sick didn't help matters either. “Try the salad.”She ate slowly, giving me a stare that said she was only eating because I had told her to. “I'm sorry your dad couldn't make it to dinner, Nancy, he's missing a lot.”Nancy chuckled, and I found myself picking at
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