Appetite

I was thirty-one, engaged for three months, and marrying a man I loved.That part was never a lie. Marcus was warm and funny and generous; he called his mother every week, and he was monogamous all the way down to the bone. Our life was good. Something in me was never touched.I have two rooms in me. One for love, one for hunger, and they are in different buildings. I have always known that about my...