“That’s it!” I declared huffily, smacking my hands down on the bed. I made a movement to get up, but whatever was causing me to get sick arose, and the room spun again.

“Don’t get up just yet,” Raine said tartly. “That reminds me…did you have anything to eat yesterday?”

I roved my memory, eyes widening in surprise when I realized I had had nothing to eat.

“Uh…the last time I ate was…dinner the night before Papa…passed away.”

This time, it was Raine’s turn to shoot up with widened eyes. “That was a day ago!”

I buried my head beneath my pillow. “I know…”

“And you call me the idiot,” he said, loud enough to be heard beneath the cover of my blanket. “No wonder you fainted.”

I puffed out my cheeks indignantly, glaring at him. “Well, will you help me up so I can go eat, or will you stand there and gawk?”

“I’m not gawking!”

“It’s a figure of speech.” I observed him for a short minute. “You’ve become more talkative.”

And like a curse, he was silent again.

Oh, God, why me?