Mia sat nestled in the plush leather seat of Neil's Rolls Royce, her head resting gently on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his. She felt a sense of peace and contentment as the car smoothly cruised down the winding road. They had eaten their breakfast together in the hospital room where Neil had coaxed her into eating more than she normally does.
"The doctor said you have to eat more and healthy," he had told her while holding the spoon to her tightly sealed mouth, "Now be a good girl and open your mouth, my love, before you make me feed you in a way I'd enjoy."
