I walked to my kitchen. Opened the fridge. Took out an egg. A whole egg. With yolk.

No cause listed. No mention of R.

"Day 23. I found his chat with her. She is curvy. She eats pasta. He sends her heart emojis. I have been eating air and tears for three weeks. It was never about my body. It was always about his inability to love. But I still can't stop."

Page 34: a scanned newspaper clipping. Dated six months after the book’s last entry. Obituaries.