Three days after my fight with Andrew, I sat at my dining table at 3 p.m. with a bowl of cereal in front of me. My robe hung limply around me, and my pajamas had become like a second skin. I could use a shower, but I didn’t care; I didn’t care about a lot lately.
I hadn’t talked to anyone since my last text to Lily. I had ignored text after text, call after call, and I knew that I had worried a lot of people, but I couldn’t find it in me to return any of their messages. My heart hurt too much.
I spooned the cold cereal into my mouth. It tasted bland on my tongue, and I almost wanted to gag. All I had eaten since the fight was cereal and peanut butter sandwiches, but I could not get myself to make anything else; the very thought of food repulsed me.
I forced myself to eat more. I knew th
