- With sad understanding eyes, Quinton watched Crissy eat with barely taking the time to breathe between bites. Looking down into the carton of noodles in his hand, he sighed and set them in front of her on the table. “I’m done, you can finish these if you want.”
- Criss’s red head popped up, she swallowed. “Oh no, I don’t think I can eat another bite.” Then she lowered her head back over the container in her hand and took another bite.
- Glancing at me standing by the window, Quinton’s expression asked many questions. None I could really answer. “Criss, explain who is looking for you.”