Raymond grabbed my arm.
"You need to eat," he says, "it's been two days since Iz went missing, you can't starve yourself."
"I can and I will." I retort.
"No, you can't and you won't! Mom has dinner downstairs." he pulls me along toward the staircase.
"Let go, Ray, Let go! You're hurting me!" I whine.
"It's what big brother's do!" he says, "Plus, I'm not hurting you, you just want me to let go."
"That's not-" he cuts me off with a look that says he knows I'm lying. We go down stairs and I sit at the table.
My father prays and my mother smiles because she didn't have to tell him to. I drag my fork around my plate.
"Sweetie, Eat your food." My mother says. I stare blankly towards Izabell's empty chair.
"No, I'm not hungry." I tell her.
"You need to eat." My father says.
"No." I say.
"Hey, Bee, you need to eat." My brother says. Bee. My nickname.