Chapter 52

Chance: I dropped to the floor beside her and pulled her hands away from her mouth. "Why Betty? What happened?" I asked hoarsely. She shook her head as a sob escaped her. I bent down and wrapped my arms around her, trying to comfort her as best I could. But part of me felt like this was my fault. That she'd done this because of me. I swallowed hard and hugged her trembling form tighter to me, "B-betty, if I did this to you-" She pulled back and stared at me in shock, her cheeks wet with tears, "No, Chance! No." I expected her to say more, but she stood up, flushed the toilet, and began washing her hands and rinsing her mouth. I watched her patiently, and when she finished, she sat back against the cabinets again. She seemed hesitant to say anything, so I decided to wait patiently until she felt comfortable. "I..." she cleared her throat, "I haven't forced myself to throw up in four years." "Then what's changed? Why today?" I asked quietly. She shook her head and stared at her fingers,