“Your fever is gone. Did you finish all of this?” Liam spoke, looking at the empty bowl on the table. He came back and went to check her temperature after giving her the vegetable porridge he made. It was eight o’clock in the morning and the sun’s warm rays shone through the open window inside the room where Eve slept. A lovely morning to begin with and to start something meaningful.
“Yes, it tasted good.” she answered, rosy-cheeked and feeling much better than the coldness last night. “Like always, thank you for helping me, Li.” Eve added. Her emotions mixed up: weary, scared, and hopeless. But giving up wouldn’t be the answer to her struggles, not today or tomorrow, especially when she had her daughter.
“You know you could always run back to me, feel better now?” he responded, wearing
