Kristen
*⑅୨୧⑅*
I brought the spoon of steamy hot chicken broth close to Kylie's mouth, but she shook her head and turned her face away.
“I'm not hungry, Kristen.” She whispered, her voice weak and trembling.
“You have to try and eat something.” I said, hoping she'd put in the effort. “Your body didn't digest any of the solid foods, so at least have this soup so you can take your medications.”
She looked at me for a moment, her face filled with a slight annoyance and very anxious. She was playing with her trembling hands that both rested on her thighs.
“Aren't you scared, Kristen? Aren't you concerned about what could happen any moment now?!” She asked me and I knew where she was heading to with this.
“I don't want us to keep on talking about this. What happened already happened,
