“I’m fine,” I say. “You’re not,” War insists. “You look far too pale and tired—and skinny. Have you not been eating?” Worry pinches the edges of War’s eyes, and he still has a wild edge to his features. “Why do you care?” I ask him, not meanly, just curious. He hasn’t shown any interest in so long. “Wife, I have always cared.” That title! I didn’t realize how badly I missed hearing it until now.
