Chapter 10: Chapter 10

He had eating issues. He could admit that. There were days that he couldn’t really eat at all. One of the doctors he’d seen after—in the last five years—had even thought he might have anorexia. Spoiler alert: he didn’t. He just had severe trauma when it came to food, and his PTSD sometimes fucked things up for a while.

Today was a good day, so he’d take advantage of that. The thing with his issues was that he knew all about them and had learned to live with what hadn’t gone away completely. It wasn’t easy, but he was coping with the help of Evy, his parents—although they could be a bit stifling—and music. Well, and books, but that went without saying.

While Emil ate and ate, and then had his milkshake, he chatted with Evy about what was going on around town.

“Did your dad tell you about the new guy yet?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Not really, but I’m not deaf.”

Evy laughed. “Yeah, nobody is nottalking about him.”