Moriah's POV
After picking at the food, forcing myself to finish the plate of toast and eggs simply because I didn’t want Estelle’s efforts to go to waste, I moved back to my bedroom to take my sleeping pills again.
But the bottle of pills was empty.
I frowned and peered inside, but it was completely empty. How many pills had I taken yesterday? I tried to remember. But I lost count. Sighing tiredly, I felt my mood automatically get worse now that the pills I used as a coping mechanism was gone.
I moved to the refrigerator to check if I had another bottle of pills laying around in there. But I found none. Also half of the fridge was empty, reminding me that I had not gone grocery shopping for a while.
That was the only thing I still had the strength to do, because all I had to do was s
