Rose ate in silence as well. It was hard to eat. Her stomach seemed to have tied into a knot, making all food and drink seem repulsive. Occasionally she glanced up at Andrew, but he seemed determined not to look back. She wanted to ask him what was going on. And she didn't want to ask him.

Was this her fault for having refused him too often?

Perhaps she could pretend she didn't notice anything and then it would all go away. Just so long as she didn't ask and he didn't say anything.

"Oh... sorry... I botched the potatoes and gravy..." she muttered when she tasted them. Her voice sounded hollow.