Delle was bringing food, three varieties, on a big plate.

Rye intercepted and took the plate from her. She brought it to Benjamin and sat by him under the tree.

The grass was cool, even though the breeze was warm.

“You think I haven’t noticed that you weren’t eating anything since you made that 40-day promise?” Rye said. “You were just acting like you’re eating.”

She broke the bread mixed with fruit and brought it closer to his mouth.

He didn’t open his mouth.

“Do you want me to stop eating just like you are doing?” Rye said.

Benjamin, who was staring into the distance, glanced at her. “Is it possible to love and hate at the same time?”

Rye pursed her lips together, not quite understanding why he asked such a question. “I was angry with the things you did. I am still angry, but I don’t hate you. So, if you really love someone, I don’t think you can hate them.”

“If there is no hatred in his heart, then how is Neel able to do this to me?” Benjamin asked, a hint of pain laced through his