My eyes fell upon the untouched meal on the tray, and a pang of recognition washed over me. It was a stark reminder of Paul, his confinement, and his struggle to eat. I couldn't help but inquire about the purpose of the meal, my voice laced with concern. "What is it?" I asked the maid.
Her response further emphasized the gravity of the situation. "Ma'am, it's for the guy, but we could not make him eat anything," she explained, her words hinting at the challenges they faced in ensuring Paul's well-being.
I stood there, momentarily stunned, my thoughts consumed by the plight of the man I had known for so long. But before I could gather my thoughts and respond, Derek's voice cut through the atmosphere, his words carrying a stern and heavy tone. "Is this the time to discuss it here?" he admonished the maid.
