Chapter 4"You need to eat something," Ginger said.
Fizz had been picking at his food for what felt like forever. He'd tried, he really had. A few mouthfuls were all he could manage. The desire to eat just wasn't there. His mother used to reprimand him all the time. "There are people starving out there! Be grateful for what you've got!" But that just made him feel worse. Fizz would much rather give his food to someone who needed it.
Why should he be allowed to eat and enjoy things, when others couldn't? He didn't deserve it. An enormous blanket of guilt had weighed over him his entire life, and he couldn't seem to shift it. Fizz wondered how people managed to get through life without seeming to care. All it took was one picture in a newspaper, or a flash of a documentary on TV, and he fel
