Chapter 97 Worry Gone Wrong

• Fred
• I sat at the table with breakfast in front of me, but I couldn’t bring myself to eat it. I kept picking at it—pushing the food around with my fork like it was going to rearrange the way I felt inside. It didn’t. My stomach was just tight. Empty, but not hungry.
• My eyes drifted nowhere, just staring into blank space like my brain was buffering. I hated mornings like this—when everything felt too loud and too quiet at the same time.