Chapter 142
Julie's Point of View
I slammed the door behind me with an impulsive force, as if trying to lock the entire world out. My chest was tightening around that cold metallic lump that refused to budge; I tried to summon tears to ease the pressure, but my eyes were dry and bloodshot.
My gaze fell on the breakfast trolley parked in the corner of the room, cold and forgotten since morning. I lunged toward it with a primal hunger I had never known in myself before. It wasn't the taste of the food I sought; I was stuffing my mouth with consecutive bites as if trying to plug the emotional void widening inside me.
I swallowed the food with a lump in my throat, my hands trembling as I held the fork, until I finished everything without ever feeling full.
