I didn't push. Not yet. Instead, I leaned my forehead against the door, my voice dropping to something softer, more understanding. "I get it. I do."
I paused, letting the words sink in. "But you haven't eaten anything, have you? And I made too much food. It's just going to go to waste if you don't help me out here."
Another stretch of silence. I could almost hear the conflict in it—the way she wanted to stay shut off, but the practicality of my words was harder to ignore.
"I'm not hungry," she said finally, but her voice lacked the same conviction as before.
I sighed, sliding down to sit against the door, the plate still balanced on my lap. "Yeah, well, neither was Haruna about twenty minutes ago. But she's eating now, so you're up next."
