By the time breakfast rolled around, I was still sour about the encounter we had last night. Vivid memories replayed in my mind, over and over again, until I wanted to pull out my hair. Everything had gone so well and yet so terribly wrong.
Just thinking about it made my stomach turn over.
Never before had I been so humiliated by him. And it stung more than I cared to admit.
"Why aren't you eating?" Bastian asked from the other side of the table.
Food overflowed on my plate after he had thrown a tantrum that I wasn't eating enough. When he took my plate and ladened it with food, I barely had the energy to fight him on it.
Thus I was simply pushing at the contents with my fork, lost in my morbid thoughts.
"I'm not hungry. I told you," I barked back, unable to stop the snarkiness fro
