A Few Hours Later
Victor Sinclair
“Eat,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed with the tray balanced on my lap. The steam from the tomato soup rose between us as I dipped the spoon and held it out to her. “Come on, Clara. Don’t be difficult. I had it made exactly how you like it.”
She turned her face away, chains rattling as she tried to put as much distance between us as possible. Her eyes burned with pure hatred. “I’m not eating anything you give me. Get that away from me.”
I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to stay patient. “You’ve been through a lot today. You need your strength. Open your mouth.”
When she kept her lips pressed tightly shut, refusing to even look at the spoon, something inside me snapped. I grabbed her chin hard with my free hand, fingers digging into her s
