Theresa’s brow furrowed as she heard the doorbell ring, a quick glance through the window revealed Melissa standing on the porch, looking utterly exhausted. Pearl stirred lightly in her arms as she opened the door, concern flooding her voice. “Melissa, what’s going on? You came earlier and..look at your shirt. What happened?”
Melissa sighed, shutting the door behind her with a thud. “It’s a long story.” She tugged off her stained shirt, her movements sluggish, and took Pearl into her arms, cradling her daughter close. “Have you fed her yet?” she asked, her voice soft as she checked the baby's face.
Theresa shook her head, settling into the chair across from her. “Not yet. It’s not time.”
Melissa nodded absently, loosening her bra to prepare to breastfeed Pearl, her hands moved with ease
