Caitlin
I crank up the heat and put some hot water on to boil. There’s a ten-year-old can of instant coffee here that I know is going to make me even more miserable to drink, but I have to try it.
My head aches. My breasts are tender. I feel seasick.
And for once, I don’t appreciate being fully seated in my body experiencing it all. But I can’t tap out or I may not survive. I need to get my wits together and make a plan.
So far all I’ve come up with is walking until I get a phone or WiFi signal. But considering there’s a freaking blizzard outside, that plan could mean a quicker death than staying inside and starving.
It’s funny how being in a life or death situation sharpens everything to a fine point. I have clarity now.
I want the baby.
The instinct to protect the tiny life inside
