#Chapter 50: Delivery

Hannah A few days later, there was a knock on the front door that made me jump. My heart started pounding as I set down the book I had been reading and crossed the living room to answer it. The delivery man didn’t even have time to say anything before I snatched the plain cardboard box from his hands, quickly thanked him, and slammed the door shut again, locking it behind me. I knew exactly what was inside that box without even having to check. I carried it upstairs and into my personal en suite bathroom, my fingers trembling slightly as I used the tiny pair of bathroom scissors to cut through the tape sealing the box closed. Sure enough, there was my usual order from WhiteRabbit—enough diet pills to last me at least another month. Maybe two if I really rationed them out. As I stared down at the stark white bottles filled with those little blue tablets that had been my crutch for so many years, I felt a churning of various different emotions in my gut: guilt, excitement, re