Out

We had turned off the music player some minutes ago and continued driving in silence. A really comfortable silence this time around.

The news just sat so uncomfortably at the bottom of my belly.

Mrs. Phoebe.

What exactly did she do to deserve this? Just what?

She never hurt anyone, if anything she stayed in her lane. She kept minding her business. Only gave contributions when asked. Never said a bad word to anyone regardless.

But now she’s dead and it’s all because I put her in this mess.

If I hadn’t gone to her in my pregnancy, she may have never gotten involved with me.

She may have been alive.

The guilt is killing me, no doubt.

My cold feet if possible, just produced ice on my soles.

I was getting hungry again and I think the rumble of my stomach gave it away.

To be fair, it’s been a while since my last meal.

Of recent whenever I get scared, I just get really hungry and it’s beginning to surface once again.