"Huff, haah... haaah..."

"Take it slow, Lilith. You'll get indigestion."

Isabel had managed to smuggle a loaf of bread for me, careful to avoid Ethan's eyes.

It was just a plain piece of bread, tasting only of flour and butter, but to me, it was as precious as rain in a drought.

'It's delicious...'

I hadn’t been able to stomach anything with flour or butter for a while because of the nausea. But hunger had a way of making things taste fine again.

After I wolfed down the bread Isabel had brought, I realized it was the closest thing to …