The Next Day
Maggie’s eyes bore into me as I swirled my oatmeal for the hundredth time. “Can you please stop staring at me? I told you I’ll eat.” Picking up a glob of the sugary meal, I look at the mass that seems to bubble on the utensil. My stomach turns, and I toss the spoon back into the bowl and dart to the bathroom. I try to vomit, but nothing comes out and eventually I plop onto the floor. “That was so dramatic,” I muttered. I wick sweat from my face as my breathing returns to normal.
“Lady Karin, may I come in?” Maggie asked. She knocked on the door a few more times. “Lady Karin?”
“Come in, Maggie.”
She opens the bathroom door and frowns at me. “Oh dear, how long has this been going on?”
“The past few days. I know I should have said something, but I didn’t want you to worr
