Sarah sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the wall. Her face that used to wear the most exciting look had turned to an always pale looking face, and her eyes were red from sleepless nights. The untouched plate of food beside her told the same story every day—she hardly ate, and when she did, it was only because someone forced her to. Late at night, Mrs. Daniels quietly opened Sarah's bedroom door, peeking in to check on her daughter. As always, Sarah was awake, sitting in the dimly lit room with her thoughts consuming her. Mrs. Daniels sighed deeply, her heart breaking at the sight of her once-spirited daughter reduced to this state. "Sarah, it's late," her mother said softly, stepping into the room. "You need to sleep." "I will, Mom," Sarah replied, her voice barely above a whisper, though her gaze remained on the paperwork on the table. "You said that last night," Mrs. Daniels said, sitting beside her. "And the night before. This isn’t healthy, Sarah. Please, clos