Scarlett’s POV
“I think you need to see a therapist,” Nathan suggested, feeding me some noodle soup again.
“Why?” I asked, picking up my glass of water and taking a sip.
“You haven’t fully recovered, Scarlett. You need to get these memories out of your mind and really heal,” he said.
“I’m full now,” I said, declining the next spoonful of soup he held up.
“Is it because of what I said? I’m sorry,” he apologized immediately.
“No, really, I’m full,” I insisted.
“You have only had three spoonfuls, Scarlett. You know you need to take your medicine, right? Come on, just a little more,” he said.
“I don’t want it, Nathan. I’m tired, can’t you see that?”
“It’s just food. How can you be tired of eating?”
“Well, I am. Stop insisting,” I said firmly, turning my face away.
“Fine. I guess you
