The morning sun crept through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. But for Becky, it only intensified her sour mood. She had spent the last seventeen hours locked in her new bedroom, avoiding all contact with the outside world. Even when there were two knocks on her door, she remained silent, too scared to face whoever was on the other side.
Now the consequences of her self-imposed isolation were starting to take their toll. Becky was not just hungry, she was starving. She realized she hadn’t had a meal in over twenty-four hours and there was only so much a glass of water from the bathroom could do.
As she lay on the large queen-sized bed in her underwear, she felt almost dizzy with hunger, and that wasn’t her only problem. Becky also hadn’t slept well last night. The large q
