She frowned, not moving to take it. “What’s this for?” “I have a hunch.” “Which is…” “That it’s anxiety keeping you from eating. You hold your stomach like it hurts. So, I thought maybe a little nudge toward relaxation would help you eat more than three bites at a time.” She blinked, staring at the cup. I swirled it in my hand. “Do you not like merlot anymore or something?” “I do—it’s just been a long time.” “Sip slow then.” She took the glass, examining it. “So—you think this will help me eat?” I lifted a shoulder. “It’s worth a shot.”
