Jessa

By the time sunlight filtered through my curtains, my eyes were puffy and my throat felt raw from all the crying I’d done. I’d barely slept, replaying last night over and over in my head like some horrible movie I couldn’t shut off.

Every word I’d screamed at Noah echoed in my ears, ugly and broken.

“I can’t help it that I’m not attractive! That no matter what I do, I can’t lose weight!”

“I hate that I’m fat! I hate that I’m nothing like Jackson—he got ...