"Hande? Can I come in?", Sarah asked through the ajar door.
There was no response, so Sarah let herself in. She found Hande on the bed.
"Hande?", Sarah called and sat on the edge of the bed. She saw Hande wiping her cheeks with her palms while suppressing her sobs.
"It's almost dinner time. Will you join us?", Sarah asked.
Hande shook her head. "I'm not hungry."
"You need to eat."
"I don't deserve to eat."
Sarah frowned. "No matter what you think, I say that you need to eat. At least a little bit. Do you want me to bring you food here?"
Hande paused. She already caused so much trouble, and now Sarah wants to bring her food? Hande shook her head. "Don't bring the food here, please."
"Hey…", Sarah reached and placed her palm on Hande's shoulder. "Talk to me. What is bothering you?"