Chapter 98
I Need to Fight Back
I closed my phone and slipped it back into my bag. The simple movement felt slow and heavy, as if I were moving through deep water.
Dafa looked at me. The easy calm he'd carried earlier was gone, replaced by the hyper-alert stillness I knew too well. He'd already read the disaster written on my face. He didn't ask what had happened. He just waited.
"Dafa," I said. My voice was surprisingly steady, though it felt hollow inside. "I don't think I want to eat anymore. Let's just go home. Please."
I saw the calculation flicker behind his eyes. Like the instinct to question, to plan, to act immediately, fighting against the clear need in my request. In the end, he gave a single sharp nod.
We went to the car.
