Talis POV
I lose track of how much time I spend spewing my guts out.
And even though the lingering smell of stew makes me swallow, I finally stop working out how I’m going to sleep in the bathroom without fearing I’ll wake up with my head in the toilet bowl.
This is mainly because once I finished tossing my cookies, I took the fastest shower of my life, terrified Uncle Glynn would come back while I was in there since my tiny bathroom has no lock to speak of.
Then after brushing my teeth twice, I plugged my nose and left the stew in the shower and closed the bathroom door.
Now and again, I can still catch the faint scent, but it’s manageable. Barely.
With only a skylight high above me and nothing else to do in my room, I spend the next five minutes lying in my bed and staring up at t
