CHAPTER 26

"What is this? Ew," I grimace, clutching the glass filled with brown-green gunk. Uncle Tobias is currently drinking an identical one, his almost halfway gone. "It's a protein smoothie. Drink it." "Id rather vomit and drink my own sick," I shudder, placing the glass back down. He scrunches his face up in disgust and I chuckle under my breath as I search through the contents of his kitchen. The fridge is filled with nothing other than chicken, eggs and vegetables. "Where's the Nutella?" I ask...