"You okay?" Tara asked.
I glanced at the clock, again. 05:1pm.
I brought my legs up to my chin as I stared at the TV blankly. My shirt draped over my shoulders, exposing my collarbone as I took a big whiff of it. It smelled exactly like Damon.
Tara sighed when she saw the uneaten food in front of me, and turned to me.
"Mia, please. You haven't eaten anything for days now," she said.
I glanced at her. "I'm not hungry."
How could I eat when Damon left? I had not heard from him in days, after he stormed off the other day. My texts and calls went directly to voicemail, and I didn't even know if he was alive or not.
What if Tony got him? Or Dror? I was so worried, I couldn't sleep.
She placed the cold bacon and eggs away and replaced them with cooked eggs and mashed potatoes.
"You need to eat," she said.
I ignored her and returned to the TV. She reached for the remote and turned it off. I blinked.
I wasn't that interested in it, anyway.
