Chapter 34: A Cozy Atmosphere

He sank onto the sofa and spotted a bottle of red wine, two glasses, and a table crowded with a dozen dishes. Deborah smiled. "Go ahead and eat. I made all this for you." "I-you should eat too. I actually…" Alex let the rest trail off. "There's seaweed soup too-it'll perk you up." He reached for the chopsticks, lifted a bite, then set it down again. Something felt off. What game was Deborah playing? Was this some kind of trap? He pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes, and sifted through everything...