Fatal Glow, Stolen Life

Liam was there, already on the treadmill, his face set in a frown of concentration.

be serious about this, Chloe. The photographer for the engagement sh

words didn't hurt this time. Th

id, pitching my voice to sound a

gh my abdomen, a memory of the surgeon's cannula jabbing beneath my skin. I flinched, my hand inst

busy looking at his own reflect

two expensive-looking smoothies. She was wearing a bright p

ng over to us. "I thought you two coul

ith a grateful nod. She then turned to me, her smi

rie one, don't worry. Just fruit and water

t was in that moment, seeing her standing there next to Liam, both of them loo

real. I

fingers brushing against hers.

I'd see her after a week of intense dieting, she'd seem to glow. Her

amazing! What'

say, "Oh, I don't know!

all the benefits-the radiant health, the effortless beauty, even Liam's growing admiration-while I got the pain, the hunger, and t

tient one. They were a perfect pair. And they

idea what