“Aren’t you going to eat anything before leaving?” Simone stood by the door, watching me get ready for work.“I’m not hungry.”I swiped my phone open, tapped Amy’s contact, and slid into the chat.ME: Is Rhea Bennett there yet?Amy started typing… then stopped.I waited. No response.Frustration built in my chest.“Andrew told me you haven’t eaten anything for days. Is that true?”I took a slow breath and met my aunt’s worried eyes. “I eat at work.”I locked my phone, set it aside, and grabbed my watch from the drawer, fastening it around my wrist.“Jamie… are you using again?”I paused, jaw tightening, teeth grinding. I looked away, ignoring her. I smoothed the wrinkles on my shirt and sprayed cologne lightly.When I stepped past her toward the door, she caught my arm.“Jamie…” Her voice cracked—strained, like she was about to break.I didn’t have time for this.For her.“Darnell,” I corrected.Simone and my mother had always called me Jamie, but after my mother died, I hated it. Sim
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