“All right,” she said gently. “We can sit.”
They ordered one plain burger and three cups of water.
When the tray arrived, Rebecca waited until they were seated. She unwrapped the burger with care that bordered on reverence, then took a plastic knife and cut it in half with deliberate attention, ensuring both pieces were as even as possible.
She slid one half toward Jonah and the other toward Paige.
Jonah frowned as he looked at the table.
“What about you,” he asked, his voice small. “Aren’t you eating too.”
Rebecca lifted her cup and took a long drink, letting the cold water settle in her stomach before she answered. Her smile appeared easily, shaped by years of practice.
“I ate earlier,” she said lightly. “I am still full. Today is for you.”
Paige accepted the food without hesitation. Hunger left no room for doubt. Jonah watched his mother for a moment longer, then nodded, choosing belief over suspicion.
“Thank you,” he said. “This is a really good birthday.”