EVELYN
"What have you been eating?" Trina teased, tilting her head as she gave me a once-over.
I barely reacted, just giving her a small shrug before muttering, "I haven't really been eating these days. I have a lot on my mind."
And that was the absolute truth. My appetite had taken a nosedive. Between the stress of dealing with Mike, the mess with Dave, and the suffocating load of the secret growing inside me, food had been the last thing on my priority list.
Most days, I just stared at my plate, poking at whatever was in front of me, willing myself to eat. But the second I put something in my mouth, it felt like my stomach was rejecting it. Either that or my brain immediately hijacked my focus, throwing every worst-case scenario at me like a game of Russian roulette.
But what if Mike never forgave me?
What if Dave decided to expose everything?
What if my dad… God help me, found out?
Trina scoffed, shaking her head like I had just said the dumbest thing in the world.
"That's a lie,"
