Chapter 22

I did a crazy thing this Tuesday morning just to be two steps ahead of the game. I ate not one plate of breakfast, but two. I smashed pancakes, bacon, egg and French toast. They were all laid out, but the strange part of being in the main house is that I eat alone. Which in some ways is good, I don’t have to be shy about what I’d put on my plate but was also kind of lonely.

Being alone while I ate reminded me that I was here alone. I tried to shake it off and laughed at the idea of what was waiting for me today.

I would be one step ahead of the fucking game.

I decided that, at lunchtime, I wouldn’t even get in the line. I wouldn’t wait. I wouldn’t torture myself with the idea that the food that was in front of me, would reach my lips and stay there. Just like my first day here, it went in and swiftly came out, at the same speed that I digested it after wearing clothes that were a few sizes too small, thanks to Claire.

Comical now, looking back.

Not really!

I’d eaten too much and ne