“I know. We did, too. But she’ll get there.” The man shot a look at the female assistant, who was calming bit by bit.
“Now go. Seriously. And here.” The woman assistant gave her a book. When Felicity protested, saying she had no money, the woman shrugged. “We’re gonna pulp them anyway. Just take it and promise to not talk to her again. Whatever you guys discussed, it f****d her up.”
Though it hurt to do so, Felicity promised. She didn’t want to think that she’d caused Melanie harm. Had she? Melanie ordered that drink. She drank it. They may have paid…Felicity took a deep breath. She was panicking. Not just because she wanted to outwit her husband coming after her, but because her narrative of healing was now suspect. Melanie wasn’t cured. She may have never gone back to the eating disord
