FAYE
I waited until Sage was done eating before I considered leaving her room.
Although I was relieved that she had finally agreed to eat something, I couldn't pretend she had eaten enough. She had barely managed a few bites before slowing down, and by the time she pushed the plate away, it was obvious she had reached her limit.
“Try a little more,” I encouraged, glancing at the remaining food. “You haven't eaten much.”
Sage shook her head and leaned back against the pillows. “Faye, I can't.”
“Just a few more bites,” I pleaded.
“If I eat any more, I'm going to throw up.” She closed her eyes briefly, looking exhausted. “I'm serious. I feel like I'm going to be sick already.”
I studied her face, trying to determine whether she was simply feeling nauseated or whether something else was
