"Are you throwing a party?" Mia asked when she walked out of her bedroom and saw Jeff setting the dining table.
She had stayed locked up in her bedroom all morning since she had no reason to leave the house.
"No. I was just going to call you after setting the table. You haven't had anything to eat all day, have you?" Jeff asked, without looking at her.
He had overheard her crying in the middle of the night, and he suspected it was because the pregnancy test had turned out positive.
For someone who was pregnant, she wasn't taking care of herself at all. He wondered if she was deliberately starving because she didn't want to keep the baby.
"No, I haven't. Don't tell me you prepared all this," Mia set as she dropped her phone on the table and picked up a chicken wing.
"I did. Sit down and eat," Jeff ordered as he drew out a chair for himself and sat down, while Mia looked at him through narrowed eyes.
