Rachel curled up in the overstuffed chair. Her sunken shoulders and empty stomach rolled together. It had been a month. She thought the tears would have stopped. But they didn’t. Rosemary, Rachel’s mom, was hopeful that her appetite would return. It had not and she continued to lose weight. Every other day she came over to Rachel’s studio apartment to push, pull or tug her into the shower. The first few days Rachel stood naked in the shower and whaled. No doubt she was trying to get all the hurt out quickly. In reality, it would take months if not years. In the meantime, Rachel needed to figure out how to function.

 

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