Atlas fumed deep inside of him. The idea of Aveline being privately in touch with Reese was inconceivable to him. The thought drove him past the bounds of fury.
However, he knew he had to keep his composure, or risk spilling truths long buried.
"All done. Here," he moved closer to Aveline, and placed the plate of food gently before her. "Eat up," he said, and returned to the sink to begin cleaning up.
Aveline stared at the plate of food in front of her, her appetite completely nonexistent.
There had been effort put into making it though, and for that reason alone, she felt forced to eat it.
She picked up the fork with shaky fingers, and slowly began to eat.
The potatoes melted into her mouth and a burst of flavours rushed out of it.
It was simply delicious, but it wasn't enough to water her appetite. She ate, simply to be polite.
With every piece that disappeared into her mouth, she grew even more weary.
