She stared down at the bowl of the toilet, eyes red, knuckles sore, back aching, and looked at the food.
Food that had moments ago been the answer to everything.
Reaching for some tissue, she wiped her mouth and threw it on top, then flushed it away.
It was done.
She took a deep breath that quivered as she exhaled, then headed down the stairs to the kitchen, to start all over again.