AMANDA'S POV
To my surprise, I slept better that night than I had in weeks.
When I woke early the next morning, I dressed quickly and headed downstairs. Mom already had breakfast on the table—nothing fancy, just eggs and toast and a small bowl of fruit. She didn't have to tell me to sit down. I just did.
It felt strange. Me, eating breakfast like a normal person. Her, watching me like she was counting every bite. Since the Pack doctor had started visiting regularly, her health had improved noticeably.
If Donovan weren't so obvious about how much he despised me, I might have wondered if he'd arranged that free medical care himself.
"Eat," Mom said softly. "You've gotten too thin."
"I'm eating," I muttered, forcing down another bite.
Mia snorted. "She eats like someone
