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an hour later by a silent and unsmiling Chance. Drew ignored him as he set the tray on the bed before backing out of the room.
    Drew looked at it, and when his stomach rolled, set it on the floor and turned back on his side, not really sleeping, opting instead to let his mind wander.
    When Chance brought in his lunch later on, Drew meekly asked to visit the bathroom, his aching bladder the only reason he crawled out of bed.
    Chance nodded, his whole body rigid, and stepped back to the door. Drew plodded listlessly to the toilet, uncaring of who was watching. When he was finished, he washed his hands and walked past Chance back to the bedroom. He flopped back onto the bed and turned his back to the door.
    He heard Chance approach the bed and flinched when he set down the tray.
    “You need to eat something.” The words seemed to be pulled out of Chance against his will.
    Drew didn’t even look at him. “What difference does it make? Not like keeping my strength up is going to make it take any longer for you to kill me.”
    Chance didn’t say anything, yet he didn’t leave either. Drew turned onto his back and looked up at him. “How are you going to live with yourself, Chance? Now that you know what he is and what he’s going to make you do?”
    Drew’s gaze never wavered, and Chance finally looked away.
    “I knew what he was a long time ago. I never expected to live long enough to have to worry about living with myself.”
    Drew stared a moment longer before nodding and closing his eyes. He didn’t open them again until he heard the door close and the now familiar click of the lock.
    He sat up and looked at the lunch tray. Tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich, one of his favorites. It made him feel a little like a condemned prisoner being treated to his last meal before his execution. He supposed that was exactly what he was.
    When he went to pick up the sandwich, he noticed something sticking out from under the plastic plate. When he lifted it, he realized it was the picture of his family that was usually in his wallet.
    He picked up the treasured photo and carefully traced the faces of his loved ones with shaking fingers. Drew had always suffered from a bit of homesickness when he was away from his family, but the wave of longing that overwhelmed him as he looked at the photograph would have driven him to his knees if he’d been standing.
    He thought of all the wasted opportunities he’d let fall by the wayside when it came to them. All the birthdays and Easter dinners he’d missed because he was too busy to make time for them. He regretted every single one of them now, and it broke his heart that he’d never have the chance to make it up to them like he’d always promised himself.
    It occurred to him then, the only person who could have put the picture there was Chance, and Drew couldn’t help but wonder about his motivation.
    Was it just simple kindness, or was there a different reason behind it?
    He lifted the tray from the bed and set it on the floor, all thoughts of food forgotten once again. Lying on his side, Drew stared at the picture until he fell asleep.
     
     
    D REW awoke with the overwhelming feeling that he was being watched. When his eyes fluttered open, he could tell from the light coming in the window that it was early evening. He was immediately crushed with sadness over letting so much of his last day slip away.
    He felt a sob catch in his throat, but the sound of someone moving made him freeze on the bed. He looked toward the door to see Chance leaning against it while sitting on the floor. The man’s clear blue gaze felt like it was trying look right through him as their eyes met.
    It made him feel exposed and vulnerable.
    He lay there, not moving, waiting to see what his captor was going to do. Drew wasn’t someone who could hold still for long, though. His restless nature and an insatiable curiosity had served him well as a reporter despite sometimes driving people