“She’s pregnant! It isn’t f*****g safe,” are the only words that I’ve heard from Seth in nearly two hours, and those were to Lydia as he nearly drug me back to the pack house. Gus and Albert followed us closely, both with concerned faces, though they did all try to hide their concern whenever we were near others. They’ve both been outside our door, opening it only to hand in our lunch. Albert took bites out of our food before he would allow us to eat.
I don’t fully understand. The level of danger is the same today as it was when we arrived yesterday, but I suppose it just feels worse since we didn’t know about it then. Seth has been sitting on the small couch in our room with his head in his hands since we returned. I know he’s linking his dad to discuss the situation, but I’m conc
