I spent the day bouncing between assignments, prepping for my stream, and the occasional emotional breakdown that I just couldn't seem to help.
Aunt Wendy was home, but I still couldn't bring myself to head downstairs until I heard my uncle’s truck pull into the driveway.
I needed to eat. I knew I did. But I wasn’t sure if I could.
My stomach felt like a knotted mess of dread and nausea, but my body was starting to crash from running on pure adrenaline and no caffeine.
To my relief, Caleb was nowhere to be seen when I set off down the stairs. But still, I moved quietly, just in case.
When I stepped into the kitchen, Aunt Wendy was already plating dinner, her back to me.
I hovered in the doorway for a moment, shifting my weight awkwardly. “I’m just gonna eat in my room if that's okay,
