CHAPTER SEVEN

⚠⚠Trigger Warning: The content and discussion in this chapter deals with Eating Disorders which might be triggering. Much of it will be emotionally and intellectually challenging to engage with. Read at your own discretion. ⚠⚠

I HEARD a knock at my door by noon on Saturday and knew without a doubt that it was Kelvin.

"Hey," I said when I opened the door, mustering all the warmth I had left into the greeting.

Kelvin was wearing grey sweat pants and a black, round neck t-shirt with a minion animation drawn on it. He looked better than me as I had on a black gown. I wasn't in a great mood and my clothes indicated it.

"Hey back."

"What do we have here?" I asked, looking at his left arm that was cradling a brown paper bag.

"Cupcakes."

"Not bad."

"Are you feeling better now?"