Mom was bustling through the kitchen with an unmatched energy, efficiently whipping up some lavish, delicious-smelling food in record-breaking time. This was my first time actually staying in the kitchen in a long while, since the few times I had come into the kitchen were really quick trips.
It felt weird because this was where Tina nearly buried a knife in my chest. There had been so much blood. There had been so much panic in the air. It had really been so scary, and even as I stood here by the cooker, I could still feel the tiny tenseness in my spine.
“You have lost some weight, honey! Goodness, I can’t believe your fiancé let things get so bad that you stopped eating!” Mom whipped around to give me a disapproving look, her brown eyes filled with concern. “I might have to have anothe
