Katie was eating. Again. Lately by this time of night Katie had been home from work for 3 or 4 hours and there was rarely a moment when she wasn’t munching on something. Anything, really. One night she boiled half a dozen eggs and ate just the whites. Tonight it was just a box of Shapes, the new ones with the fancy flavours. Not that it mattered.

Lacey stroked her hair as she walked past the kitchen table, strewn with papers and boxes and a mid-sized pile of dirty plates stacked neatly in front of Katie’s laptop. She had watched Katie tonight as she moved restlessly in and out of the kitchen. Even the quick flicking through links as she surfed Facebook. Lacey was recognizing something.