Kathy woke up, and the first thing she noticed was the absence of Anthony, then she felt the dampness on her shirt as she turned on the lamp and saw milk leaking from her breast. She left the bed and went to check on the babies, who were still asleep, knowing the urgent task of preparing their milk bottles awaited their awakening. Entering the kitchen, Kathy took out the spotless bottle, retrieved the milk from the refrigerator, and poured it, setting it aside to adjust to the temperature.
Following that, she strolled to the breast pump, the sterile parts already assembled as she prepared for her shower, the whirring of the machine a familiar sound as it began to extract her milk. She walked over to the chair and sat, all the while scrolling through her phone, checking for any new message
