I’m still freaking out about the things Lizzy told me, and especially the things she didn’t tell me. I thought that she was acting a bit differently lately, but self-absorbed as I’ve been, I assumed that it was my fault. How blind have I been? I can’t let another girl die just because I’m not paying enough attention. I finish the last bit of the sauce for the pasta, stepping aside and looking at Lizzy, who cleaned up my dining table.
Lizzy sits there, looking at her phone. When she turned it back on, a whole flood of messages came in. And even now I heard it make a couple of sounds while I was cooking.
“Lizzy.”
She looks up at me, her eyes far away before she focuses on me. “Yeah?”
“Dinner is ready, you can grab a plate. I trust that you’ll be honest with it?” I know that anorexia is a
