Chapter 4

On the way home, Mom bought loads of food, delicacies I'd never had before.

She never let me eat any, always saying I was too fat and that eating too much wasn't healthy. But I remembered clearly that when I died, I weighed less than 110 pounds.

My tears had long dried up, and I looked out the window, acting like I didn't care.

The window's reflection showed Mom cradling a bunch of snacks in both hands, feeding them to Olivia carefully.

Olivia munched away happily, nodding and responding enthusiastically every so often, giving Mom all the emotional validation she…