“So, Editha…you’rethe pathetic one. Not me.”
Silence.
The tension in the room shifted. Not dramatically—just enough to catch it, like Mrs. Thornwick’s mask slipped for half a second.
Her face flushed.
She stepped back. Not far—just one step.
Lyric saw it.
She felt it.
That was enough.
Editha gathered her composure, smoothed the front of her blouse, and turned for the door.
“Enjoy your soup,” she said, almost pleasantly.
The door shut behind her.
Lyric closed her eyes.
She wasn’t stronger. Not yet.
But now she’d seen something she couldn’t unsee.
Even a monster can bleed.
Chapter Seventy-Five
Just a Glimmer
She didn’t touch the tray.
She waited until the hallway was quiet, then dragged herself toward the bathroom. Her body trembled. Her legs barely worked. She had to stop twice to catch her breath.
She made it to the toilet, clutching the bowl in both hands. Then she poured the soup down—slowly, silently.
It splashed once. Loud enough to make her freeze.
But no one came.
She flushed. Watched it swirl away.
If she kept eating their poison, she’d vanish exactly the way they wanted.
Kai told the world she faked her pregnancy and ran off to Europe.
No one would come looking. To them, Noah didn’t even exist.
But if she stopped eating—if she starved herself—maybe she’d survive long enough to fight back.
They think I’m still eating. Good. Let them.
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The next day, she dumped the soup.