After she finished speaking, she grabbed her bag and turned to leave.
The crowd dispersed, leaving a mess behind.
I dragged my injured body into the bathroom, the blood mixing with the cold water, instantly soaking me through.
But my heart was even colder.
Stepping out, I saw the cake by the door, smashed and broken from being kicked. I didn't care. I picked it up and started eating.
I ate and cried until I threw up, squatting on the ground, stomach acid flowing freely.
After this frenzy of self-abuse, I felt a little better.
Today was indeed an accident.
Usually, I was busy delivering food at night to make money, and I never came home.
The delivery fees were highest at night, and I owed a lot of money and was desperate to pay it off, so I often didn't come home.
If I get exhausted, I just find a place to rest for a bit, then get up and continue taking orders.
If it hadn't been for trying to make Meryl's birthday memorable, rushing to complete my deliveries, and spending a week's food budget on a cake to surprise her at home early,
I might never have discovered that Mia and Meryl were the same person.
I had suspected that Mia and Meryl looked too similar.