Marisol came at noon with coffee and a plan.
"Okay," she said, sitting on the edge of my desk. "I did some research. Not medical research. Actually, I went on the food-competition forums."
"You went where?"
"The places where people argue about who's real and who's not. Competitive eating, mukbangs, that whole world. There's a whole community that tracks people they think are faking." She pulled out her laptop. "Turns out your channel has been on their radar for a while."
I frowned. "Since when?"
"Since your two-million-view burrito. They call you 'the anomaly.' " She turned the screen around. "They don't think you're fake. They think you're impossible. One thread calls you 'the girl who doesn't digest.' Another one has a whole chart of your videos, and the calories, and the body-weigh
