C49 Marry your own wife to have an opinion

The untouched plate of food sat on the table, a silent accusation between them. Cathleen's eyes, sharp as the knives she wielded in court, cut towards it and then away. She wouldn't touch anything Xavier had touched—not after his venomous words had burned her trust to ashes.

"Are you going to starve yourself to death, then?" Xavier's voice, cold and flat