Uninvited Care

But the real tragedy wasn't the weight I'd lost. It was the equal standing I'd surrendered.

The elevator dinged. Declan strode out but paused long enough to toss over his shoulder, "Wait in the car. I need a smoke."

"Didn't you drive?" I asked.

"No." He didn't elaborate, just walked off toward the designated smoking area.

Declan rarely smokes. Only when something was eating at him. So why now? He