As I lay there under the covers, I heard someone's footsteps. I peeked out from under the blankets and saw Idina standing there, face blank.
I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what I could say. My heart was being torn apart right before my eyes, but I still couldn't think of any words to accurately express how I was feeling.
I wanted to ask countless questions, questions like "Are you really anorexic?" and "What else don't I know about you?"
Finally, I whispered, "Was it something I did?"
"No." Idina shook her head.
The silence that followed didn't answer any of my questions. She just stood there, staring at me. I put my head back under the covers.
Idina walked out of the room. I didn't know where she went. I didn't want to follow.