Emery POV
I force each piece of salad down my throat while willing myself not to puke my gut out. By the time my plate was empty, humiliation settled over me like a second skin.
The food I ate wasn't enough, but I feel like I have forever lost my appetite to ask for more.
It's a lie though; I would probably be back to eating like an addicted pig after two or three days from now. And at the end of the meal, I would remember today and hate myself for eating while crying myself to sleep.
Food is not a sin to someone like Ana, but it's an abomination to me.
Asher made small talk with me as though he had never insulted or belittled me.
I spoke to him. I didn't want to, but I had to. The day wasn't over yet, and we were supposed to spend the whole day together. If Asher decides to qui
