She’d spent the drive thinking about the exchange and decided that was exactly what Tack had done.“No problem. Miss Elspeth wants to help.”“Her intentions are the best.” Which made it that much harder to tell the elder woman no.“They are, but she doesn’t understand just how delicate your digestive system has become.”“And you do?”“I read up on it.”“On…” She still had a difficult time saying the word aloud.He said it for her. “Anorexia.”“How did you know?”“Your aunt told me you’d dropped down to just over ninety pounds. I couldn’t figure another reason for that.” He sighed, his expression reflecting something she didn’t understand. Guilt? “You always stopped eating when you were stressed.”“That was how it started.”“But it turned into something else.”“I couldn’t always control what food was placed before me, but I controlled how much of it I took into my body.”“Or kept there,” he guessed.“Yes.”“How is that now?”She decided he meant the bulimia.
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