Logan was quiet. He thought a lot about this, Jean always had a problem with food. He had noticed it so many times. Could it be an eating disorder?
"She won't tell me anything. Always says she's 'fine.'"
"That's her favorite lie brother." Hannah muttered.
"I know, I just hope she could express it to me." He let out a soft sigh. "Thanks, Han."
"Don't just thank me. Do something. Do I have to remind you that you are her husband?"
Logan chuckled. "I'm trying."
She snorted. "Try harder, brother dearest. She listens to you even when she pretends she doesn't."
Logan smiled faintly.
Then the line clicked off.
And he stood there for a while, staring at the untouched cup of herbal tea on the counter… the one he'd made just in case she came home looking pale and aching again.
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The lock clicked softly as Jean stepped inside.
