“You didn’t eat again. I told you to eat, April.”
I didn’t look at him nor did I answer. Sitting on a chair next to the floor-to-ceilings windows, I stared out at the sea.
A year could have passed me by and I wouldn't have noticed.
I had been returned to my old room. And living in a fog of grief, I stayed inside that room. Sleeping more than usual. Barely eating. Only using the toilet when necessary. But most of the time, I was staring out of the floor-to-ceiling windows or at the ceiling, wishing my heart would just stop beating.
"April," Christopher whispered, going down on his heels in front of my chair, placing a hand on the arm. "Talk to me."
For some reason, Christopher stayed away from my room. He only came to make sure I ate something. And I only did so he would leave me alo
