Blunt Conversations

By Friday Magda was aware she was on the verge of falling apart. No matter how hard she tried to trust Ares and Dimi would find her, the lack of communication with the outside world was getting to her.

Alvar sat across from her at the breakfast table and she was pushing fresh fruit around the plate wordlessly.

“Eat.”

“Not hungry.”

“You’ve lost at least five pounds in five days. Either eat or I bring my physician in to hook you up to an IV.”

“Do what you have to do.”

He sighed and put his phone face down on the table, “Magda, I have to go out this afternoon.”

“Great, another day locked in my room.”

“No. I have stationed several guards around the house. You can stay in the house or on the beach. Do not try to leave the property, not that you could because it is an island, but I don’t want to have to go chasing you through a jun