Chapter 131
My nerves are frayed. It feels like a flame is burning under my stomach, cooking everything I've eaten today. There's not a lot. I didn't wake up until Mom entered my room at 8:40 a.m., 20 minutes before Gray and I were to depart. I was too preoccupied with getting things ready for work and the celebration to eat anything more than a slice of toast. Hunger and nervousness were waging a losing battle by midday, and my appetite decreased as a result: I only ate half of the sandwich Tad cooked for me, and Gray ate the rest after I told him I couldn't handle it. I'm hungry now, but I'm also afraid. I'm still working even though the celebration started an hour ago. Tonight, I'm on the closer with Navya, so we don't finish until 10 o'clock, despite the fact that the final customer normally lea
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