Caleb had settled into a routine now, and while it wasn't ideal, it was the only way he knew to keep Lila and their child cared for. Twice a day, at breakfast and dinner, he'd prepare a food bag with everything she might need. He wouldn't stay to argue with Mia or even risk hearing rejection. Instead, he'd ring the doorbell, wait until he heard the faint sound of the key turning in the lock, and then set the bag down before retreating quickly.
It wasn't how he wanted things to be, but it was the best he could do.
The image of Lila's pale face when he last saw her haunted him. She looked fragile—too fragile—and he couldn't stop worrying about whether she was eating enough. One meal a day wasn't enough, not when she was carrying his child. So he increased his efforts, committing to two meals daily and researching what foods were best for her.
