Chapter 7He knew, perhaps better than I, what had happened the night before, he was acutely aware of the need growing inside him, and, at levels deeper than I could guess, he was horrified. We spoke nothing of it as we returned to the convent to claim what was left of our things, and began the long journey to somewhere far, far away from this place. We shared what was left in my bottle of formula, and stopped several hours before daylight to make more. The next night we set out again, and so it went for many days, putting time and distance between us and this thing we had done.
Each night when we rose I could feel the hunger in him, could sense the growing need that would have to be answered. I knew that the formula I survived on was not filling him, was barely keeping him alive, and that
