I stared down at the sandwich Silas had made for me, my stomach churning. The thought of eating after what had happened with Jaxon made me feel ill.
"Come on, Hazel. You need to eat something," Silas urged, pushing the plate closer to me. "We all need more calories than usual these days. It's weird, but true."
"I'm not hungry," I muttered, pushing the plate away.
Rhys plopped down beside me at the kitchen counter. "You've barely eaten all day."
"I just can't right now, okay?" The memory of Jaxon's hands on my body, the humiliation in front of everyone, was still too fresh. Food was the last thing on my mind.
Rhys placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Look, about Jax..."
"Don't," I cut him off, tensing.
"Hear me out," he said softly. "I know what he did was messed up. But Jax... he doesn't handle feelings well."
I snorted. "That's putting it mildly."