Mark smiled slightly, coaxing me, "Then hurry up and drink your milk."

I pretended to be touched by Mark's apparent sincerity and obediently drank the brew. He patted my hand and took the mug. "Get some rest," he said, and left the room. Then I went to the bathroom and made myself throw up.

Recently, there have been several times when I've done this. Sour liquid came up, my throat felt terrible, and tears rolled down my cheeks. But I didn't dare make any loud noises, fearing that ...