I pushed the food around on my plate. My stomach was eating itself. I had to get a few bites in. I forced food into my mouth and chewed it without tasting a thing. I had to eat, but I could no longer enjoy it, not with Carey and Ava's relationship on full display before me. But I also couldn't leave. I would have to walk right past them. They would see me, which was the last thing I wanted or needed right now.
I buried my face beneath my hair and tried to take in the scents of the food. It smelled great. I wished I could taste it, but at least it would fill my stomach and calm my shaking hands. If the shaking was from hunger and not anger towards Carey, that is.
What felt like hours later, but it was really a matter of twenty minutes, Ava stood from the booth and reached a hand back for
