Chapter 50

Elodie

I stared at the food for a long moment, unsure whether to laugh or throw it back down the stairs. He’d actually made me dinner.

Or at least, brought it. The same boy who, not long ago, would’ve gladly watched me trip over my own feet in public.

I knelt, my fingers brushing the edge of the plate. The food was simple…grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, and a few slices of apple on the side. It