ANNE

Third time throwing up in the same hour and I feel dead. The broken bone in my spine was better than this.

I sigh when my stomach refuses to send the non—existent food hurling out of my mouth for the fourth time. Leaning back, I collapse on the cold tiles of the attached bathroom. My eyes move towards Zero who is standing in the doorway like a statue, his gaze fixed on me.

I would have felt better if he was at least smug or saying things like ‘ I told you ’ but he is silent, still, and wat