Danika’s P.O.V.

After dinner was over, I had already felt weak all over.

Food was supposed to be nourishment to a person’s body, but mine had to be different. Mine had to turn into the exact opposite. Without wanting to draw any attention or give Dad a glimpse that something was wrong, I summoned all the strength I could to walk back into my room.

My head throbbed badly in pain. My strength dwindled quickly like a melting candle, and I felt my vision become blurry.

“What are you doing about what we discussed the night before?” came Jonah’s voice as he climbed over from the other side of the...