Alyssa stood before her bathroom mirror, getting ready for school and thinking, as usual, about Drew.
Over the last few weeks, he sure has spent time with Ethan and me. He bullied a whole lot of food into me too. Now I don't get a cramp from a sandwich anymore, thank God. He even took me to the doctor, saying he wanted to be sure I didn't have organ damage.
She regarded her reflection in the mirror. Her cheekbones no longer looked quite so prominent and her hips had begun to develop a slight softness. There would be more work needed, but she was starting to look like her old self. For a while, eating actually felt unpleasant, I was so out of the habit, and my stomach had had to be coaxed with tiny portions. Drew oversaw this process quite a bit. Once he felt sure I was recovering, he lef
