Chapter 125 A Hunger For Control

• The last of Amara’s pills sits in my palm—small, white, round. One left. Like so many things lately, time feels like it’s slipping through my grasp, options dwindling with each passing day. Soon, my body will betray this secret I’ve been desperately trying to hide. Soon, I’ll have no choice but to tell him.
• But not tonight.
• I place the pill on my tongue, washing it down with water that tastes of copper and fear. My reflection stares back at me from the vanity mirror, the silk dress I’ve chosen falling loose enough to hide the subtle changes in my body.