She was engulfed by horrible guilt for not controlling herself, for once again gorging herself on anything she could get her hands on.
She stepped into the bathroom, leaned over the toilet bowl, and stuck her middle finger way down her throat. She had learned how to position her finger so her nails wouldn’t scrape her esophagus. Actually, she had recently begun cutting the nail shorter on this finger, perhaps without really knowing why. As soon as her finger slipped in, everything she had just eaten came back up quite easily. She was already feeling relieved while vomiting, and by the time she had expelled the last of her late dinner, she felt deep satisfaction.
She brushed her teeth and washed her face, pulled on her nightgown and went to bed.
Lian was wondering how long she had actual
