I sit at the table, my gaze fixed on the food in front of me. The fork in my hand feels too heavy, like I can't summon the energy to lift it. 

Each bite I take feels like I’m swallowing something I don’t want, and even the taste seems wrong. I push the plate aside, feeling the weight of it in my stomach, but my mind isn’t focused on food.

Iva glances at me from her laptop, her eyes softening when she notices. "What’s wrong, Emma? You haven’t eaten anything."

"I’m just not hungry," I murmur. "I don’t feel like eating."

Her expression shifts into something kind and understanding, a...