Cara and Bradley worked relentlessly over the next several days. They tried to ignore the impending doom that hung over them as time slipped through their fingers every single day.
At least they had a drug, a medication to numb the pain of knowing how precious little time they had left. They were able to release the crushing pressure of their fate every night as they laid tangled up in sheets and bare skin.
Despite the distraction, every day their fate came closer, and every day their work and their passion became more frantic.
One morning as they sipped their coffee in silence, Cara opened the cabinet to find something for them to eat. The sight of the increasingly empty shelves made her brow furrow anxiously. She’d have to do something about their supply very soon. They hadn’t dared
