Author's pov

Roseanne slammed the door of the room and threw herself onto the bed. She was feeling dizzy, and she lost her appetite for food, too.

The buzzing sound of her phone caught her attention. She knew who the caller was, even without checking. Clara is her only friend and one of the contacts on her phone.

"Hello," she answered the call.

"Hey, why are you sounding like that? You didn't like the food the maid brought you?" Clara asked, and she didn't respond.

"Hold on a minute, don't tell me that you haven't eaten the food yet..." Clara said and Roseanne kept mute. She was feeling too weak...