“I’ve been documenting everything,” Olivia continued, pulling out her phone. “Every time you get sick. What you ate. When it happened. I’ve even been taking pictures.”
“You’ve lost fifteen pounds in two months, Anna. This isn’t in your head.”
Looking at the photos, I barely recognized myself.
My normally healthy complexion was pale and drawn. Dark circles under my eyes made me look years older.
My smile in the earlier pictures was bright and real.
In the newer ones, I looked like I was fading.
When had this happened?
It felt like waking up one day and realizing you’d been living inside a slow-motion disaster.
“We need proof,” I said finally, my voice shaking. “Real proof, not just suspicions.”
Olivia squeezed my hand.
“My aunt’s a nurse at County General. She’s working today. Let’s skip chemistry and get you a blood test.”
“If Deanna is poisoning you, it’ll show up.”
The thought of missing my test made my stomach clench.
But not as much as the thought of going home to another one of Deanna’s meals.
I nodded.
The decision felt like stepping off a ledge.
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