Stretcher 59

Saturday morning.

I’d just rolled out of bed when I found Mom waiting in the living room.

She sat stiff on the couch, her eyes following me like a hawk.

The weirdness dragged on all morning.

By lunchtime, it was just the two of us at home.

She finally spoke, voice tight. Latest content published on FιndNovel.net

“You call yourself a big sister? Don’t you care about your own sister at all?”

I lowered my book, frowning.

“What are you talking about?”

“Lila’s not normal anymore. She eats like some kind of monster…”

Tears welled in her eyes.

“It’s all your fault, letting her do this stupid mukbang crap!”

That little house in the suburbs was where Mom and Lila had been living.

Mom handled her meals, her routines.

If anyone knew how bad it was getting, it was her.

And she wasn’t wrong.

When people force themselves to eat what disgusts them, they make up for it in darker ways.

The red scratch marks across Lila’s arms told the story.

Before I could answer, the sound of a toilet flushing cut through the silence.

Then came retching.

So she was home.

Mom’s face drained white. She bolted past me toward the bathroom.

But the moment she stepped inside, a pale hand shoved her hard to the floor.

“Stay the hell out of my business! You don’t understand anything!”

Lila’s voice was raw, shredded.

Her head jerked into view–eyes bloodshot, wild, like she’d gone feral.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.