Episode Eight:

He is Coming

    Her gums hurt. In an attempt to avoid ingesting anything on account of her rolling stomach, Etta stirred her Cheerios relentlessly, letting them soak in enough milk to become soggy enough to pass as food fit for an infant. She wouldn’t have taken a bite at all, if it hadn’t been for Sam’s prodding.

“You need to eat,” he said, “even if it’s just a few bites. Fuel the system, no matter how hard it might be. Just get through the basics, Etta. Sleep, eat, breath. The rest will come.”

She liked him more and more every time he spoke. She felt such comfort in his presence. It didn’t dull the fact that her life was in turmoil, though. Every inch of her body a...

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