#Chapter 48: WhiteRabbit

Hannah I let out a long, shuddering sigh as I closed the bedroom door behind me, leaning back against the cool wood for a moment. Goddess, I felt utterly drained—like all the energy had been sapped straight out of me. Which, I supposed, wasn’t too far from the truth considering how violently ill I had been feeling all day. I had been on the move all day at the orphanage, and hadn’t kept a single bite of food down. Pushing away from the door, I trudged across the plush carpet of the bedroom, just longing for a hot bath and the softness of my bed. I stopped short, however, when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the floor-length mirror against the wall. I turned to face the mirror, my brow furrowing slightly as I studied my appearance. My cheeks looked a little hollow, my collarbone jutting out ever so slightly beneath the collar of my blouse. My waist looked tinier than ever, and my hip bones were poking against my skirt. Had I lost weight again? I hadn’t gained much