LILIANA
The knock at the door is soft but firm, and it startles me awake. My eyes snap towards the sound, but I don't respond.
Why do I get the feeling that I might know who it is?
A second later, the door cracks open and Rachel
steps in with a tray of food. Speak of the devil
She inclines towards the tray. “Alice's orders,” she clips as she walks in uninvited. She places the tray on the small table beside me, the aroma wafting toward me, rich and savory.
My stomach betrays me with an audible growl, and I hate how my body folds so easily under the simple spell of food.
I hesitate, staring at the tray for a bit longer before averting my eyes. “I'm not hungry,” I lie, even as my mouth waters.
Rachel scoffs, crosses her arms. “Punishing yourself by not eating isn't going to affect
