Chapter 72

• Trouble in paradise?” Ruth asks, laughing to herself as she shoves another fry into her mouth.
• I roll my eyes, offering a noncommittal shrug. “You could say that.”
• Across from me, Ruth continues eating without a care in the world, her fingers glistening with grease as she stuffs food into her mouth with an eagerness that borders on ravenous. I try to suppress the mild disgust curling in my stomach as she takes another bite, barely chewing before swallowing. A loud gulp follows, her tongue darting out to lick the oil from her lips. I grimace and quickly look away, my appetite suddenly wavering.