Eden : So turns out I got really lucky last night.
F : Do you mean alive?
Eden : Whatever, I would have woken up eventually. I’ve fainted before.
F : Was the boy freaked out? Was it hot when he saved you?
Eden : No, it was gross. I was so hungry I emptied his cupboards. But thankfully it must have been one of Father’s long nights at the office, because his car was not in the driveaway this morning when I got back home. I think he hasn’t been in the house all night. I’m guessing he will arrive any minute now, and with any luck, I might pull this off. When he comes to check on me, he won’t know I haven’t been in my bed all night .
F : Smooth.
Eden : I’m already in bed, texting you. I hope he doesn’t see the light of my phone.
F : Don’t be so paranoid.
Eden : I’m not paranoid. It’s happened before—him watching me while I was asleep. He’s filmed it too.
F : Parents are weird.
Eden : I don’t know, is that weird? Is it normal? Who knows? Not me.
F : You’re weird.
Eden : I know I am. Do you know what I did while Isaiah was walking me home?
F : Wait, he walked you home?
Eden : I asked him about his family. I don’t think he realized how curious I was about everything. I wanted to know all I could, how families work, how normal people do it. How dads are generally with their kids… I’m not sure I am being a daughter correctly.
F : You are the queen of doing things correctly. Like fainting alone in the woods.
Eden : Well, it was because of the fasting. You know I had no choice. Father has his rules for a reason. Besides, I think it’s normal for parents to tell their kids to fast for five days. Everybody does it, right? Please tell me it’s normal.
F : It was a punishment, that’s what you said.
Eden : …
F : You told me that your father said you had to be hungry for a few days as punishment for reading a book you shouldn’t have. Those were your words. You said it was your fault you were hungry.
Eden : I did say that.
Eden : I’m not so sure it was my fault though. Isaiah said—
Eden : Oh, wait, I hear Father, he’s home. He’s coming up the stairs. Gotta go. Cross your fingers for me.
F : Yeah, I’m not doing that.
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