Chapter 69: Ties…
The apartment was quiet except for the sound of the old refrigerator.
Callian was on the couch, staring at his hands.
They were still red from the night before, his knuckles turned raw.
A half-empty mug of coffee sat on the table, untouched.
Eira moved around the kitchen softly; the occasional click of a spoon against a cup made him flinch.
She glanced at him, biting her lip, then walked over.
"Did you sleep?" she asked gently, sitting down across from him.
"No," he muttered in a raw voice. "How could I?"
She folded her hands in her lap, her fingers twisted nervously. "You have to eat something. Even if it's just toast."
"I'm not hungry."
"You didn't eat yesterday either," she pointed out.
Callian's head snapped up. "Do you think food will fix this? That toast will make everyone stop calling me a liar? A murderer?"
How hypocritical it was of him to say that.
