FALLON
We eat in silence, yet chewing and swallowing feels forced after a while, like a task I’m growing tired of. I set my fork and knife down, unable to eat anymore. Milo nods toward the plate. I reach for the water bottle instead, undoing the cap and taking a sip.
“I can’t finish it, I’m full.” However, if he forced me to in order to ring my father, I would make myself sick if needed. Milo watches me for a second, and I sigh, forcing myself to pick up the fork. I feel on the verge of bursting, and I have to drink more water to force it down.
“You can stop,” Milo says, satisfied I’m not lying.
Milo gets up and grabs his phone next to the lamp. He picks it up and then wanders back over to me. I reach out for the phone, when he retakes his seat instead. I press my lips in a line, knowi
