Chapter Seventy-one: WHAT'S HAPPENING?

ALLISON KEELER

I spent the night watching my son sleep. I was afraid to close my eyes, the fear of having my son struggle for life while I was asleep kept the need to sleep away from me.

I checked his breath and temperature at intervals and he seemed alright.

Yolanda didn't reach out to me. She didn't bother to check in to see if my son was alright. Maybe she was after all as nice as I thought. Or maybe she had been encumbered with a lot of responsibility and I slipped her mind.

The latter had to be the case here.

Darlene didn't bring my meals but someone else did. I wondered where she was and why she didn't bring my lunch and dinner earlier.

I didn't know I had dozed off until I came instantly awake at the sound of Fihl's wails.

He wasn't loud enough to be heard outside the thick walls and doors but I still had to make him comfortable enough to stop wailing.

I glanced at the time on the nightstand, two a.m. a few more hours before I began the day. I breastfed him and noticed he