"Isabel Vergara, what’s going on with you? You’ve been playing with your food for a while now, and lunch break is almost over but you still haven’t eaten."
Carl scolded her, and Izzy let out a deep sigh, setting down her utensils.
"I just don’t feel like eating…"
She replied weakly and looked down.
"I know you don’t feel like eating, but you need to eat. You need food to have some energy, at least."
"I’m sorry... Th-thank you for the delicious food, but I really don’t have an appetite. No matter how much I try, it feels like my stomach doesn’t want to accept it."
She replied, lazily grabbing the glass of cold water beside her.
"Izzy, it’s been two weeks since we buried Mom Hilda. I’m not going to nag you anymore about how you’re forcing yourself to work and attend classes at the sam
