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again,” he says, locking up his lips and throwing away the key.
    Our sandwiches lie in our laps uneaten; neither of us feels hungry anymore. “Seems like my mind doesn’t know how to do anything other than feel depressed, now.”
    Spencer sits up, tracing my collar bone with his fingers he says, “Don’t get lost in the dark because you’re too afraid to turn on the light.”

Chapter 4
    Spencer
     
    I have slipped into the dark waters before, allowing them to wash over and submerse me. I know how easy it is to fall into a depressive rut, to dig yourself into a hole too deep to climb back out of. The longer you stay in the hole, the harder it becomes to make your way out, the sides caving in, filling with dirt and burying you alive.
    I invite Bailey to stay the night because I want to break the pattern she has created for herself. If I change things up, maybe she will remember what it’s like to not feel melancholy every minute of every day. If I can pull her out of the somber fold she has remained in for the last six months, I think I can save her.
    We are eating dinner, or should I say Mom, Sarah, and I are eating dinner. Bailey is staring at her chili like it’s a rare species of fish.
    “What’s wrong, don’t like Chili?” Mom asks.
    Bailey jerks her head up. Staring at my mom with intense eyes, she says, “My stomach’s queasy.”
    I stretch my hands out underneath the table, fighting the urge to knock Bailey’s chili off the table. I’m not the type to lose control of my emotions, but I feel she is being disrespectful to herself and my mother. And she’s going to die if she doesn’t start eating again.
    “Would you like me to make you some soup?” Mom asks, trying her best to keep calm.
    Say, yes .
    “No, thank you. I think I just need to lie down for a little while. May I be excused?”
    “Of course.” Mom stares at her chili like she has done or said something wrong. “She can lie in your bed, can’t she, Sarah?” she asks, her eyes still concentrated on the chili.
    “Sure,” Sarah says begrudgingly.
    Bailey gets up from the table, taking her chili with her.
    I grind my teeth as beans and meat slop into the sink; the loud roar of the garbage disposal coming on. Bailey cleans her bowl and moves on to the remaining dishes in the sink. Drying her hands on a dishtowel, she shoots me a look, and walks away.
    “That was weird ,” Mom says.
    “You should have made her eat it,” Sarah says.
    “It’s not my place to make her eat,” says Mom, her voice indicating that she wishes it was her place.
    “She’s going to starve to death,” says Sarah.
    “Not if I have anything to say about it,” I grumble. “I’m done.”
    •••
    Bailey is lying on the floor in Sarah’s bedroom, playing with her fingers. I shut the door behind me, and she jolts. She is afraid of me, afraid of all that I’m about to say.
    “Why won’t you eat anymore?” I say. “Who are you helping by starving yourself? That won’t get Clad out of jail.”
    “I’m not trying to get him out of jail,” she says icily.
    “You need to start eating again. You’re too thin. You. Are. Going. To. Die.”
    “I’m not too thin. This is how I am, how I’ve always been. I’m not going to force feed myself, just because my body doesn’t please you.”
    “You’re selfish, you know that?”
    “Leave me alone, Spencer.”
    “No. I’m not going to leave you alone. That’s what everyone does and it’s killing you,” I say. “Sit up!”
    She presses her back against the wall, as if she is the only thing keeping it from falling over. Her eyes are dilated in fear, her face worn out by the day.
    “You’re very lucky to be here. You wouldn’t be, if Clad hadn’t gone to prison for you.”
    “Don’t you think I know that?” she croaks. “I beat myself up for it every day!”
    “Then you should know he isn’t getting five star meals, if any.”
    “You don’t even like him!” she screams at me.
    “No, but I