Mike

Moriah's POV

After picking at the food, forcing myself to finish the plate of toast and eggs simply because I didn’t want Estelle’s efforts to go to waste, I moved back to my bedroom to take my sleeping pills again.

But the bottle of pills was empty.

I frowned and peered inside, but it was completely empty. How many pills had I taken yesterday? I tried to remember. But I lost count. Sighing tiredly, I felt my mood automatically get worse now that the pills I used as a coping mechanism was gone.

I moved to the refrigerator to check if I had another bottle of pills laying around in there. But I found none. Also half of the fridge was empty, reminding me that I had not gone grocery shopping for a while.

That was the only thing I still had the strength to do, because all I had to do was stare at the list of groceries Vanessa had saved on my phone, pick things from the counter, and drop them inside my cart. Waking around store was distracting, and that was the only time I was around people