I feel like I am sitting at the kitchen table eating with my worst fears. It's every meal too. From the time I wake up in the morning, we have breakfast together, to the middle of the day when we have lunch, and when night comes, we have dinner. Each fear speaks itself out loud. It gets to the point where all my fears speak at once, and I feel like I'm going crazy.
I keep hearing them say how Mila's going to die, how the virus won't stop until it kills everyone I love, how the kids will blame me for not protecting them and their mom, how Mila's mom will blame me too. They tell me it's all my fault and I failed. I failed at being a loving and protecting wife and soulmate. That Mila despises me for everything that happened.
They keep talking one by one after the other until they all start
